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 pull you
Don't put on any when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry there
And really make a mess out of you

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

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

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

And if you're to get silly
You go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't you
And man they the same

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

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