Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When lost in Juarez
And it's Easter too
And your gravity
And negativity pull you through

put on any airs
When you're down on rue morgue
They got some hungry women
And man, they really a mess out of you

If you see Saint
her thanks a lot
I cannot
And my are all in a knot

And I haven't got the
To get up and take shot
And my best friend the
even say what it is I've got

Sweet
The peasants call her the goddess of
She good English
And she you up into her room

And you're so
And careful not to go to her too
And then she takes your
And leaves you howling at the

Up on hill
It's fortune or fame
You can one or the other
neither of them are to be what they claim

And If looking to get silly
You'd better go back where you came
the cops don't need you
And man, they the same

All the
just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the
Into his post

And up my brother Carl
who just here from the coast
Who looked so at first
But left looking a ghost

Well, it folks, that's it

Well I started out on
But soon hit the stuff
said they'd stand behind me
When the game got

Ah, but the was on me
There was no-one there even to
I'm going back to New York
I do believe I've had