Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb Blues

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez it's Easter time, too
And your gravity fails and negativity don't you through
Don't put on any when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there and they really a mess outta you

Now, if you see Saint Annie, tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move, my fingers are all in a
I don't have the strength to get up and another shot
And my best friend, my doctor, won't even say it is I've got

Sweet Melinda, the peasants her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English and she you up into her room
And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too
And she takes your voice and leaves you at the moon

Up on Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame
You pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to where you came
Because the cops don't need you, and man, expect the same

Now, all the authorities, they just around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms leaving his post
And picking up Angel, who just arrived here the coast
Who looked so fine at first but left looking like a ghost

I out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going to New York City, I do believe I've had enough