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 Baltimore hotel gathering
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for tears

William Zanzinger, who at years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents 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 was out walking
But you who philosophize and criticize fears
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the for your tears

Hattie was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk 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 by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the
and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger
And you who disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased 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 happened to be feelin' that way warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and
And handed out strongly, for penalty and
William with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for tears