Luyện nghe bài hát Soho (Needless To Say)

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

Rainbow queues stand by the newsstand
Waiting for the late
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free
Chocolate colored ladies 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 nowhere with to go

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

Old man laughs with flowers in his
Newspaper
"Middle Deadline"
Jazz are down 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 the needs and hides the deeds, the mind that bleeds
Disenchanted, in the night
Soho hears the lies, the twisted cries, the sighs
Till she seems lost in

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

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

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

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