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 hotel society gath'rin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That sailed through the air and came down through the
Doomed and determined to all these gentle
And she never done to William Zanzinger

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

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the
And the strings in the books ain't 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
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 penalty and
William Zanzinger with a sentence

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