Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of
The city fathers, they're to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul horse
But the town has no need to be

The ghost of Starr, she hands down her wits
To the nun, she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who
At the head of the of Commerce

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for food
I'm in the with the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the penny
Screaming, she moans, "I've just made"
Then sends out for the doctor, who pulls the shade
And says, "My is to not let the boys in"

Now, the man comes and he shuffles inside
He with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, your pride
You will not die, not poison"

in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's for food
I'm in the kitchen the tombstone blues

Well, the Baptist, after torturing a thief
up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but make it brief
Is there a for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while a fly
Saying, "Death to all who would whimper and cry"
And, dropping a barbell, he to the sky
Saying, "The not yellow, it's chicken"

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for
I'm in the with the tombstone blues

The king of the Philistines, his to save
Puts on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the
sends them out to the jungle

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him, he
a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his

Mama's in the factory, she got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for food
I'm in trouble with the blues

The of innocence, flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get
At Delilah, who's sitting alone
But the tears on her are from laughter

I wish I give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and B. DeMille
He could die happily ever

in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen the tombstone blues

Where Ma Rainey and once unwrapped their bedroll
players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a sells road maps for the soul
To the old home and the college

Now, I I could write you a melody so plain
That could you, dear lady, from going insane
could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your and pointless knowledge

in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's for food
I'm in the kitchen the tombstone blues, oh right