Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and paupers the hungry street
Rich and poor companions of the restless
Strangers in a foreign land, strike a match with a 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 over once

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

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

Still buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

And the flower lady hobbles home a sale
Tattered shreds of petals a fading trail
Not a pause to hold the rose, she no longer knows
The lamp out the evening now is closed

And nobody's buying flowers the flower lady