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

queues stand down by the newsstand
Waiting for the show
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free
Chocolate colored ladies making through the smoke pall

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

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

Old man laughs with in his hair
Newspaper
"Middle Deadline"
Jazz musicians are down on the

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

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

The sun goes down on a eon
Though you'd 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
never seen a lady lay down and spread her legs like

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

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