Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Cyprus
With child-like visions into view,
A clicking clacking of the shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy, Joy,
Marching the soldier boy behind
He's much older now hat on, drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting
Early cool night air Shalimar.
Outside 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, when you fall,
Yeah, that's you fall.
When you into a trance
Sitting on a sofa games of chance,
With your folded 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 in drag
The one and only Joy.
the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, "Lord mercy, I think that it's the
cops.
And immediately everything she gots
into the street below.
And you know you go
On that from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges below
In the rain, hail, and snow.
Say good-bye to Joy,
Dry your eye for Joy,
Wonder why for 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 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 love to
Say to Madame 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 street, in the back street, in the back street,
Say good-bye to George.
Down home in the back street, in the street,
Say good-bye, say to Madame Joy.