Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

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

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of
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 was out walking
But you who philosophize and criticize fears
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the for your tears

Hattie Carroll was a maid in the
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room
Doomed and determined to all the gentle
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger
And you who disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from face
Now the time for your tears

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