Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She reminds me of a blue eyed doll a strange look there in her eyes
Surprisingly quick with her movements like a woman learned to survive
She empties the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional
And her facial are painfully set in a look that resembles a smile
The small bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow that she's dealt
By telling a trucker from the Express to have intercourse with himself
In my mind I can see her room the place the woman lives
The rollers and the curlers and the old panty
And the ceiling that leaks like a
And there's pictures of Merle and and June and Kennedy there with a flag
And a letter from that she's read ten times and an old blue traveling bag
You know man she loves ah he's puttin' her on
But no could love him more
And in her mind their ship will sail to a hundred exotic
Lord she'll get no pity from me no tough and she wouldn't care
But life is made up of wishes and and she's had more than her share
As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I just me one
There's a difference in a fallen woman and one who is hangin' on