Luyện nghe bài hát Soho

Rainstorm, brainstorm, in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the 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 free
Chocolate colored ladies making eyes through the pall

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

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

Old man laughs with flowers in his
headline
"Middle Deadline"
musicians are down on the breadline

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

feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind that bleeds
Disenchanted, downstream in the
Soho hears the lies, the twisted cries, the lonely
she seems 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 with dust in his eyes

for the dregs from the bottom 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 here all of the day
I'm going nowhere nowhere to go

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