Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

Now, if you see Saint Annie, tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move, my are all in a knot
I don't 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 you up into her room
And you're so kind and not to go to her too soon
And she your voice and leaves you howling at the moon

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

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

I out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got
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