Luyện nghe bài hát Mean Talking Blues

I'm the meanest man that had a brain
All I scatter is and pains
I'm carbolic and a poison face
And I stand flat-footed in favor of and disgrace
If I done a good deed, I'm sorry of it

I'm in the East, mean in the West
Mean to the people that I the best
I go around a-causin' lot of
And I push folks down and I train wrecks
I'm a big disaster, goin' somewhere's to happen
I'm an organized famine studyin', now I can be a bit meaner
I'm still a lot too good to suit myself, just mean

I around on the subway trains
Laughin' at the tight dealin' you pain
And I laugh when the car shakes from to side
I my loudest when other people cry
Can't help it, I was born good, I
Just like you or else
But then I just turned off

I hate ev'rybody don't think me
And I'd rather see you than I'd ever see you free
Rather see you starved to death than see you at
And I'm readin' all the books I can to learn how to
Daily misery, spread diseases, you without no vote
you without no union

Well, I hurt when I see you gettin' 'long so
I'd ten rather see you in the fires of hell
I stand to fixed
See you all fixed up in that house so nice
I'd keep you in that rotten hole with the bugs and the lice
And the and the termites
And the sand and the tater bugs

And the grub and the stingaree's
And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the
The and the blow-flies, these is all of my little angels
go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness
And

Well, I to be a pretty fair organized feller
Till I a scab and then I turned off yeller
Fought ev'ry union with and toenail
And I sprouted a stinger right in the middle of the tail
And I horns
And I cut 'em off, I wanted to fool you
I union ever'where, 'cause God likes unions and I hate God

Well, if I can get the fat to hatin' the
That'd tickle me more than anything I've
get the colors to fightin' one another
And friend against friend, and brother and sister brother
That'll be it

Everybody's brains a-boilin' in
And teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets
That'll just me fine
I hate ever'thing that's union
And I hate ever'thing organized
And I ever'thing that's planned
And I love to and I hate to love
I'm mean, I'm mean