Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and paupers walk the street
Rich and poor of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land, strike a match a trembling hand
too much to ever understand

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

Lover's quarrel, snarl away happiness
Kisses in a web of loneliness
It's written by the pen, voices break before they bend
The is slammed, it's over once again

But buying flowers from the flower lady

agonize they cannot find the words
And the stone at the sculptor asks "Are you absurd?"
The painter paints his brushes back, through the runs a crack
Portrait of the pain answers back

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

Smoke dreams of escaping souls are by
Dull the of living as they slowly die
Smiles change into a washed away by whiskey tears
In the of their mind they disappear

Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

And nobody's buying flowers from the lady