Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That sailed through the air and came down the room
Doomed and to destroy all these gentle
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger

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

In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled

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

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

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