Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

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

With silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your hymns
Who among them would try to impress

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

The kings of with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their kiss
And you know, it would happen like this
But who among really wants just to kiss you

With your childhood on your midnight rug
And your Spanish and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you could resist you?

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

he and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to
But why did pick you to sympathize with their side?
How could they mistake you?

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

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

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

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

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