Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

With your sheets like and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the and the ace
And your clothes and your hollow face
Who among them to think he could outguess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, I wait?