Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

Well, if you see Saint Annie tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move and my fingers are all in a knot
I don't the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend the doctor 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 and careful 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 what claim

And if you're to get silly
You better go to from where you came
Because the cops need you
And man expect the same

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

Well, I started out on burgundy but hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand beside me when the game got
But the joke was on me there was even there to bluff
I'm going to New York City, I do believe I've had enough