Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

With your well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you on the grass
And your like silk and your face like glass
Who could they get to ever 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 eyed lady, should I

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

With silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the swims
And your songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress

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

The of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium
And you wouldn't know, it would happen like
But who among them really just to kiss 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 them do you think could you?

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

he and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they 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 your feet and the phony false
And with the of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could ever, ever persuade you?

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

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

Sad eyed of the lowlands
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?