Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table

And didn't even to the people 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 the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to all these gentle
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger

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

In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
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 even the nobles get properly handled

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

And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and
Zanzinger 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