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 your gravity fails and negativity won't you through
put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some women there
And really make a mess out of you

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

Melinda, the peasants call 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 and she leaves you howling at the moon

Well, up on housing project
It's either or fame
You must pick one or the
Though neither of are to be what they claim

And if you're to get silly
You better go back to from where you
Because the cops need you
And man expect the same

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

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