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 pull you through
Don't put on any airs you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some women there and they really make a mess outta you

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

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

Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or
You must pick one or the other, though neither of are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly, you go back to from 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 into leaving his
And picking up Angel, who just arrived here from the
Who looked so fine at first but left just like a ghost

I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder
Everybody they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me, there was even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe had enough