Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

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

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

Up on Housing Hill, it's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other, neither of them are to be what they claim
If lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came
Because the cops need you, and man, they expect the same

Now, all the authorities, they just stand around and
How they blackmailed the into leaving his post
And up Angel, who just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first but left just like a ghost

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