Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

With your mouth in the missionary times
Your eyes like and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross and your like chimes
Who do think could bury you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sad lady 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, should I

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

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

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