Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the time for tears

Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling
In a matter of minutes, on was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize
Take the rag away from face
Now the time for your tears

Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people 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 slain by a
That sailed through the air and came through the room
and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the time for your

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for and repentance
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for tears