Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

With your sheets like metal and your like lace
And your of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your clothes and your hollow face
Who them to think he could outguess you?

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

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

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

With your childhood flames on your rug
And your manners and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your plugs
Who among do you think could resist you?

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

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 ever mistake you?

They wished accepted the blame 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, persuade you?

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

your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now which you just help but show
Who among do you think would employ you?

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

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