Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gathering
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
Take the rag away from face
Now the time for your tears

Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide 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 bail was out
But you who philosophize and criticize fears
Take the rag away your face
Now ain't the time for your

Hattie Carroll was a in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the
And didn't even to the people at the table
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 down through the room
and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William
And you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the time for tears

In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for and repentance
William with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in face
For the time for your tears