Luyện nghe bài hát Soho (Needless To Say)

Rainstorm, brainstorm, in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the run
Hot dogs, wet clogs, clicking up the
into the booze shop

Rainbow queues down by the newsstand
Waiting for the show
Pin ball, sin hall, in free fall
colored ladies making eyes through the smoke pall

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

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

Old man laughs with flowers in his
headline
"Middle Deadline"
Jazz musicians are on the breadline

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

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

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 dust in his eyes

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

Soho, to say
I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday
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 with nowhere to go