Luyện nghe bài hát Shopping Bag Ladies

By friedman

The shopping bag ladies, they in the terminal waiting room,
whiling their hours away,
Desperately their demons at bay,
Making up about times that were good.
Extolling the of motherhood,
defending their sanity
Clutching one last of vanity
Fixing a kerchief she wears on her
Covered in and lilacs in blues and in reds

pity me, don't pity me,
You bastard boy,
I'll be how I am.
I'll be how I am.

The shopping bag ladies, it's not well known but they're really in vogue.
The latest in fashions their are so true,
Sweat sox and sneakers, a or two
And safely behind the walls have made,
Secure in brown paper barricades
Worldly they'll not have to lose
emotional refuse.
They rant and they rave, mad and they're crazy.
And that's how they free.

pity me, don't pity me,
You beautiful boy,
be just how I am.
I'll be how I am.

The shopping bag ladies, it's hard to believe, but once they children