Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

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

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

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 eyed lady, I wait?

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

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

Sad eyed 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, I wait?

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

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

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

With your sheet memory of Cannery Row
And your 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 thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion in fingers now that rolls
And saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Who among them could ever he could destroy you?

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