Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in the rain in 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
got some hungry women there
And they'll really make a out of you

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

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the 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 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
Though neither of are to be what they claim

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

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

Well, I out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand beside me when the 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