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 negativity pull you through
Don't put on any when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
got some hungry women there
And they'll really make a 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 take another
And my best friend the doctor won't say what it is I got

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of
She speaks good English and she you up into her room
And you're so and careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice and she you howling at the moon

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

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

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

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