Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

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

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

Sad eyed of the lowlands
the sad eyed 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 Tyrus with their list
Are in line for their geranium kiss
And you know, it would happen like this
But who among really wants just to kiss you

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

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

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

They you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the false alarm
And with the of a hoodlum wrapped up in your 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
Should I leave them by your
Or sad lady, should I wait?

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

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

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