Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry
Rich and poor companions of the beat
Strangers in a foreign land, strike a with a trembling hand
Learn too much to ever

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kisses crumble in a web of
It's written by the poison pen, voices break they bend
The door is slammed, it's once again

But buying flowers from the flower lady

Poets agonize cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the sculptor "Are you absurd?"
The painter paints his brushes back, through the canvas runs a
Portrait of the pain never back

But buying flowers from the flower lady

Soldiers to come home from the war
Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no
And argue through the night, black is black and white is white
Walk away both knowing they are

But buying flowers from the flower lady

Smoke dreams of escaping are drifting by
Dull the pain of as they slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer washed away by whiskey
In the quicksand of mind they disappear

Still buying flowers from the flower lady

Feeble, aged a-people almost to knees
Complain about the using memories
Never found their pot of gold, wrinkled hands pound weary
Each line screams out old, you're old, you're old

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

And the flower hobbles home without a sale
shreds of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold the rose, even she no longer
The lamp goes out the now is closed

And nobody's buying flowers from the flower