Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring
At a Baltimore hotel society

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

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

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

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

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

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

And even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed the air and came down through 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 from your face
Now the time for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
To show that equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly

Once that the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'

And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month

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