Luyện nghe bài hát Soho

Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the run
Hot dogs, wet clogs, clicking up the
Disappearing into the booze

Rainbow queues stand down by the
for the late show
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in fall
Chocolate colored making eyes through the smoke pall

Soho, to say
I'm on your streets on a Friday evening
I've been all of the day
I'm going with nowhere to go

Football supporters, they're the waters
They're looking round for the twilight
Non stop strip club, bookshop
Come into the back and take time and have a good look

Old man with flowers in his hair
Newspaper
"Middle Deadline"
musicians are down on the breadline

Soho, to say
I'm alone on streets on a Friday evening
I've been all of the day
I'm nowhere with nowhere to go

Soho feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the that bleeds
Disenchanted, in the night
Soho hears the lies, the twisted cries, the sighs
she seems lost in dreams

The sun down on a neon eon
Though have a job explaining it to Richard Coeur de Lion
Animation, bar conversation, anticipation,
Poor old Wino turns with dust in his

Begs for the dregs from the of the kegs, man
You've never seen a lady lay down and spread her like

Soho, to say
I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday
I've been all of the day
I'm going nowhere nowhere to go

Soho, to say
I'm alone on streets or am I dreaming?
I've been all of the day
I'm going nowhere nowhere to go