Luyện nghe bài hát Soho

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

queues stand down by the newsstand
Waiting for the late
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in fall
Chocolate colored ladies making through the smoke pall

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

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

Old man with flowers in his hair
headline
"Middle Deadline"
Jazz musicians are on the breadline

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

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

The sun goes down on a eon
Though you'd have a job explaining it to Richard 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 with nowhere to go

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