Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

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

Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the 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 and criticize fears
Take the rag away from face
Now ain't the time for your

Hattie was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and 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 just 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 down through the
and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the time for your

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for tears