Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Avenue
With child-like visions into view,
A clicking clacking of the shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy, Joy,
Marching with the boy behind
He's much older now with hat on, drinking
And that smell of sweet comes drifting through
Early cool air like Shalimar.
Outside making all the stops
Kids out in the street collecting tops
Going for and matches in the shops,
Happy Madame Joy.
Oh, when you fall,
Oh, that's you fall,
Yeah, that's you fall.
When you fall into a
Sitting on a sofa games of chance,
your folded arms in history books you glance
Into the of Madame Joy.
And you you found the bag,
You're getting weaker and knees begin to sag.
In the corner playing dominoes in
The one and Madame Joy.
the frosty window raps
She up and says, "Lord have mercy, I think that it's the
cops.
And immediately everything she gots
Down into the below.
And you you gotta go
On that train from up to Sandy Row
Throwing at the bridges down below
In the rain, hail, and snow.
Say good-bye to Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy,
why for Madame Joy.
As you leave the room filled with music,
music, dancing music all around the room
And all the little boys around walking away from it all
So cool.
And you're about to leave she and says, "Hey love,
You your glove."
And the love to she loves to love the love
To love to love she loves to love the love to
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy,
why for Madame Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy.
In the wind and the rain, in the street, in the back street,
In the street, in the back street, in the back street,
Say to Madame George.
Down in the back street, in the back street,
Say good-bye, say good-bye to Joy.