Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

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

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

Oh, but you who
Disgrace and criticize all
Take the rag from your face
Now the time for your tears

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four
a tobacco farm, six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland

Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was
In a matter of minutes on was out walking

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

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the
She was years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the
And never sat once at the of the table

And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane

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

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

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

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

And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and
William with a six-month sentence

Oh, but you who
Disgrace and criticize all
the rag deep in your face
Now's the time for your