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 brought in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for murder

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

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

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

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

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

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

sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to all these gentle
And she never done nothing to William

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

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

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

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

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