Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

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

Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was
In a matter of minutes, on bail was out
But you who philosophize disgrace and fears
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the time for 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 never sat once at the head of the
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to all the gentle
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Take the rag away your face
Now ain't the time for tears

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