Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

With your mouth in the missionary times
Your eyes like smoke and your prayers like
And silver cross and your voice like chimes
Who do they think could bury

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

Sad eyed 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?

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

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

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 eyed lady, I wait?

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

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

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

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

They wished you'd the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false
And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever 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 eyed lady, should I

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

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

Sad lady 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 lady, should I wait?