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,
Marching the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on, drinking
And that smell of sweet perfume comes through
cool night air like Shalimar.
Outside they're all the stops
Kids out in the street collecting tops
Going for cigarettes and in the shops,
Happy thinking Joy.
Oh, when you fall,
Oh, when you fall,
Yeah, when you fall.
When you into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing of chance,
your folded arms in history books you glance
Into the of Madame Joy.
And you think you the bag,
You're getting weaker and knees begin to sag.
In the corner playing dominoes in
The one and only Joy.
Outside the frosty raps
She jumps up and says, "Lord have mercy, I think it's the
cops.
And immediately drops everything she
into the street below.
And you know you go
On train from 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,
why for Madame Joy.
As you the room it's filled with music,
Laughing music, dancing music all the room
And all the little boys come around walking away it all
So cool.
And about to leave she jumps and says, "Hey love,
You your glove."
And the love to love she loves to the love
To love to love she loves to love the love to
Say good-bye to Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy,
why for Madame Joy,
Dry eye for Madame 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.