Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

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

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

Sweet Melinda, the call her the goddess of gloom
She good English and she invites 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, either fortune or fame
You pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from you came
Because the cops don't you, and man, they expect the same

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

I out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff
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 City, I do believe I've had enough