Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

With mercury mouth in the missionary times
Your like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross and your like chimes
Who do they could bury you?

With your pockets well protected at
And your streetcar visions you place on the grass
And your flesh like and your face like glass
Who could they get to ever carry

Sad eyed of the lowlands
Where the sad prophet say that, "No man comes"
My warehouse eyes, my drums
Should I them by your gate?
Or sad eyed lady, I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like
And your deck of missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and hollow face
Who among to think he could outguess you?

With your silhouette when the dims
Into your eyes the moonlight swims
And your match-book and your gypsy hymns
Who among them try to impress you?

Sad eyed lady of the
Where the sad eyed say that, "No man comes"
My eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your
Or sad eyed lady, I wait?

The kings of Tyrus with convict list
Are waiting in line for their kiss
And you wouldn't know, it would like this
But who among them really wants to kiss you

With your flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your drugs
And your cowboy mouth and curfew plugs
Who among do you think could resist you?

Sad eyed of the lowlands
Where the sad prophet say that, "No man comes"
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian
I leave them by your gate?
Or sad eyed lady, I wait?

he farmers and the businessmen, they all did
To show you the dead angels that they to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their
How could they ever you?

They wished you'd accepted the for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony alarm
And with the of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade

Sad eyed lady of the
the sad eyed prophet say that, "No man comes"
My eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave by your gate?
Or sad eyed lady, should I

your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row
And your husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now which you just can't help but
Who among them do you think employ you?

Now you stand your thief, you're on his parole
With holy medallion in your fingers now that rolls
And your saintlike face and your soul
Who among them could ever think he could destroy

Sad eyed of the lowlands
Where the sad prophet say that, "No man comes"
My warehouse eyes, my drums
Should I leave them by gate?
Or sad eyed lady, should I