Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

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

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

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

And if looking to get silly
You better go back to from you came
Because the cops don't 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 who just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first and she left looking just like a

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