Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Lady

Like a fly batters itself against a
Time and again and it senselessly blunders
Up and down the length of West
The bag lady

Fifty cents goes pretty far, when you live in a subway car
One the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping, she's not the bother
Sorrow, do ever want to cry

Do they see us pass by, where do come from?
(Simple answers)
Do they come falling, falling the sky like rain
Crawling up the basement drain, and black sheep
Former brothers, of mothers

is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow
There is only now and that hardly
No one cares sad old ladies
bags full of tatters

'Cause come falling, falling from the sky like rain
Crawling up the basement drain, misfits and sheep
Former brothers, friends of

One day it a bit too cold
Maybe a bit too wet, maybe a too lonely
Lifelessly she amidst her bag world
But maybe she's only, only