Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With your childhood flames on midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother's
And cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among do you think could resist 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, should I

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

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

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

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

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

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