Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

Well, if you see Saint Annie tell her thanks a lot
I move and my fingers they are all in a knot
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 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 takes voice and she leaves you howling at the moon

Well, up on housing hill
either fortune or fame
You must one or the other
Though neither of them are to be they claim

And if looking to get silly
You better go back to where you came
Because the cops don't you
And man they the same

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

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