Luyện nghe bài hát Soho (Needless To Say)

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

Rainbow queues stand by the newsstand
Waiting for the show
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 Friday
been here all of the day
I'm nowhere with nowhere to go

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

Old man laughs with in his hair
headline
"Middle Deadline"
Jazz are down on the breadline

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

feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind 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,
old Wino turns with dust in his eyes

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

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

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