Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kings of Tyrus with their convict
Are waiting in line for their geranium
And you know, it would happen like this
But who among them really wants to kiss you

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

Sad eyed of the lowlands
Where the sad eyed say that, "No man comes"
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian
Should I leave them by gate?
Or sad eyed lady, 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 sympathize with their
How they ever mistake you?

They wished you'd accepted the for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum up in your arms
How could they ever, persuade you?

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

With your sheet 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 would you?

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

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