Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Cyprus
With child-like visions into view,
A clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy, Joy,
with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now hat on, drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume drifting through
Early cool night air Shalimar.
they're making all the stops
Kids out in the street bottle tops
Going for cigarettes and in the shops,
thinking Madame Joy.
Oh, when you fall,
Oh, that's you fall,
Yeah, when you fall.
you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing of chance,
your folded arms in history books you glance
Into the eyes of Joy.
And you you found the bag,
You're getting weaker and your knees to sag.
In the corner playing dominoes in
The one and only Joy.
the frosty window raps
She up and says, "Lord have mercy, I think that it's the
cops.
And immediately everything she gots
Down the street below.
And you you gotta go
On that train Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down
In the rain, hail, and snow.
Say good-bye to Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy,
Wonder why for Joy.
As you leave the room it's with music,
Laughing music, dancing music all the room
And all the boys come around walking away from it all
So cool.
And you're about to she jumps and says, "Hey love,
You your glove."
And the to love she loves to love the love
To love to love she loves to love the to love
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry your eye for Joy,
why for Madame 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 to Madame Joy.