Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb Blues

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

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

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

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

Now, all the authorities, just stand 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 looking just 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 was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had