Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

(van morrison)
Originally by van morrison. this cover is found on the trash can tape (a bootleg tape).
on cyprus avenue
With a child-like leaping into view.
The clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and madame george.
Marching the soldierboy behind
He's older now with hat on, drinking wine
And the of sweet perfume comes drifting thru
In the cool night like shalimar
And then your control lets go
And suddenly up against the bathroom door.
The lights are finely getting dim
You're in the front row him
And they're making all the stops
The out in the streets collecting bottle tops,
Going for and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, madame
And that's you fall, oh,
Oh, that's when you

And you fall a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing of chance
With folded arms in history books you glance
Into the of madame george
And you you've found your bag,
You're getting and your knees begin to sag
And in the playing dominoes in drag,
The one and only george
And outside the frosty raps
She "be cool, I think that it's the cops"
Stands up, everything she gots,
It's not easy now you
Now you know you go
Catch a train from dublin up to row,
In the wind, rain & fog & & snow
on going on
Say good-bye we know you're far out
And all the little boys comin'
They got gold cigarette lighters in pockets
away from it all, so cool.
That's you fall.