Luyện nghe bài hát Soho

Rainstorm, brainstorm, in the maelstrom
by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs, up the sidewalk
Disappearing the booze shop

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

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

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

Old man laughs with flowers in his
Newspaper
"Middle Deadline"
Jazz musicians are on the breadline

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

Soho feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind bleeds
Disenchanted, in the night
Soho hears the lies, the cries, the lonely sighs
Till she lost in dreams

The sun goes on a neon eon
Though you'd have a job explaining it to Coeur de Lion
Animation, bar conversation, anticipation,
Poor old Wino turns with in his eyes

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

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

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