Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

With your pockets well at last
And your streetcar which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk and your like glass
Who they get to ever carry 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 lady, should I wait?

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

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

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

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

With your childhood 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 resist you?

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

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

They wished you'd accepted the for the farm
But with the sea at feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a wrapped up in your arms
How could 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 them by your gate?
Or sad eyed lady, should I

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

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

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