Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Avenue
With child-like visions into view,
A clicking clacking of the shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy, Joy,
Marching with the boy behind
He's much older now with hat on, wine
And that of sweet perfume comes drifting through
Early night air like Shalimar.
Outside they're making all the
Kids out in the collecting bottle tops
for cigarettes and matches in the shops,
Happy thinking Joy.
Oh, that's you fall,
Oh, when you fall,
Yeah, when you fall.
you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa games 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.
Outside the window raps
She jumps up and says, "Lord have mercy, I think it's the
cops.
And drops everything she gots
Down into the below.
And you you gotta go
On that train Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the down below
In the rain, hail, and snow.
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry your eye for Joy,
why for Madame Joy.
As you leave the room filled with music,
Laughing music, dancing music all the room
And all the little come around walking away from it all
So cool.
And about to leave she jumps and says, "Hey love,
You your glove."
And the love to love she to love the love
To love to love she loves to love the to love
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry your eye for Joy,
Wonder why for Joy,
Dry your eye for Joy.
In the and the rain, in the back street, in the back street,
In the back street, in the back street, in the street,
Say to Madame George.
Down home in the back street, in the street,
Say good-bye, say to Madame Joy.