Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

Well, if you see Saint Annie please her thanks 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 the doctor won't even say what it is I got

Melinda, the peasants 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 takes your voice and she leaves you howling at the

Well, up on project hill
either fortune or fame
You pick one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they

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

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