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 by the newsstand
Waiting for the 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 evening
I've here all of the day
I'm going with nowhere to go

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

Old man with flowers in his hair
headline
"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 going nowhere nowhere to go

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

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

for the dregs from the bottom of the kegs, man
You've seen a lady lay down and spread her legs like

Soho, to say
I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday
been here 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