Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'

And the cops were brought in and his weapon took him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder

Oh, but you who
Disgrace and all fears
Take the rag away your face
Now ain't the time for tears

William Zanzinger, who at years
Owns a tobacco farm, six hundred
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland

Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out

Oh, but you who
Disgrace and all fears
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the for your tears

Hattie was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the
And never sat at the head of the table

And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed through the air and came down the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all gentle
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger

Oh, but you who
and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from face
Now ain't the for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled

Once that the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be that way without warnin'

And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for and repentance
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence

Oh, but you who
and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in face
the time for your tears