Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gathering
And the cops called 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 philosophize disgrace and all fears
Take the rag away your face
Now ain't the for your tears

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling
In a of minutes, on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the time for your

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

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