Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

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

And the were brought in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody 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 farm, six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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