Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

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

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

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

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

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

Sad lady 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, should I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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