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 and your voice like chimes
Who do they think could you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother's
And your cowboy and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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