Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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