Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in the rain in when it's Easter time, too
And your gravity fails and negativity don't you through
Don't put on any airs you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got hungry women there and they really make a mess outta you

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

Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
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 and leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or
You must one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go to from where you came
the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same

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

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