Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
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 cops have 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 without

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

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