Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter too
And gravity fails and negativity won't pull you through
put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some women there
And they'll really make a out of you

Well, if you see Saint please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move and my fingers they are all in a
I don't have the strength to get up and take another
And my friend the doctor won't even say what it is I got

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

Well, up on housing project
either fortune or fame
You pick one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what claim

And if you're to get silly
You better go back to from you came
Because the don't need you
And man expect the same

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

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