Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

Well, if you see Saint Annie please 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 shot
And my best friend the doctor won't even say it is I got

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

Well, up on project hill
It's fortune or fame
You must one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they

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

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

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