Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

Well, if you see Saint Annie please her thanks a lot
I move and my fingers they are all in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another
And my best 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 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 hill
It's either or fame
You must pick one or the
Though neither of them are to be they claim

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

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

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