Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

With your pockets protected at last
And your streetcar visions you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk and your face 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 drums
Should I them by your gate?
Or sad lady, should I wait?

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

With your silhouette the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the swims
And your match-book songs and your hymns
Who them 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 by your gate?
Or sad eyed lady, I wait?

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

your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy 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
I leave them by your gate?
Or sad lady, should I wait?

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

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 your
How could they ever, persuade you?

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

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

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