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 into the booze

Rainbow queues stand down by the
Waiting for the late
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free
Chocolate colored ladies making eyes through the smoke

Soho, to say
I'm alone on your streets on a Friday
I've here 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 stop strip club, pornographic
Come the back and take your time and have a good look

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

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

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

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

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

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

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