Luyện nghe bài hát Soho (Needless To Say)

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

queues stand down by the newsstand
Waiting for the late
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 nowhere with nowhere to go

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

Old man laughs flowers in his hair
Newspaper
"Middle Deadline"
musicians are down on the breadline

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

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

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

Begs for the 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
I've here all of the day
I'm going nowhere 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 with to go