Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

Soldiers disillusioned to come home the war
students tell them not to fight no more
And they through the night, black is black and white is white
Walk away both they are alright

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

Still nobody's flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

And the lady hobbles home without a sale
Tattered of petals leave a fading trail
Not a to hold the rose, even she no longer knows
The lamp goes out the evening now is

And nobody's buying flowers the flower lady