Luyện nghe bài hát Soho (Needless To Say)

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

Rainbow queues stand down by the
for the late show
Pin ball, sin hall, in free fall
Chocolate colored 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
looking round for the twilight daughters
Non strip club, pornographic bookshop
Come into the back and take your time and a good look

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

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

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

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

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

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

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