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 fails and negativity pull you through
Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue
They got some hungry 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 they are all in a
I don't the strength to get up and take another shot
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 English 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 voice and she you howling at the moon

Well, up on housing hill
It's either fortune or
You must pick one or the
Though neither of them are to be what claim

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

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

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