Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

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

With your when the sunlight dims
your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your songs and your gypsy hymns
Who them would try to impress you?

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

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 them really wants just to you

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

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

he and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that used to hide
But why did pick you to sympathize with their side?
How could they 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 child of a hoodlum up in your arms
How they ever, ever persuade 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 gate?
Or sad eyed lady, I wait?

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

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

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