Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Avenue
With child-like leaping into view,
A clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
and Fitzroy, Madame Joy,
Marching with the soldier boy
He's much now with hat on, drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes through
Early cool night air Shalimar.
they're making all the stops
Kids out in the street collecting tops
Going for and matches in the shops,
Happy thinking Joy.
Oh, when you fall,
Oh, that's you fall,
Yeah, that's you fall.
When you into a trance
Sitting on a playing games of chance,
With your arms in history books you glance
the eyes of Madame Joy.
And you think you the bag,
getting weaker and your knees begin to sag.
In the corner playing in drag
The one and only Joy.
Outside the window raps
She jumps up and says, "Lord mercy, I think that it's the
cops.
And immediately drops everything she
Down the street below.
And you know you go
On that train from Dublin up to Row
Throwing pennies at the down below
In the rain, hail, and snow.
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy,
why for Madame Joy.
As you leave the it's filled with music,
Laughing music, dancing all around the room
And all the boys come around walking away from it all
So cool.
And you're about to leave she and says, "Hey love,
You your glove."
And the love to she loves to love the love
To love to love she loves to love the to love
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy,
Wonder why for Joy,
Dry your eye for Joy.
In the wind and the rain, in the back street, in the street,
In the back street, in the back street, in the street,
Say good-bye to George.
home in the back street, in the back street,
Say good-bye, say good-bye to Joy.