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

Well, if you see Saint please tell 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 another shot
And my best friend the doctor even say what it is I got

Sweet Melinda, the call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks 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 housing hill
It's either fortune or
You pick one or the other
Though neither of them are to be they claim

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

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

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