Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a hotel society gathering
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Take the rag away from face
Now ain't the time for tears

Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
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 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 the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the
Doomed and determined to all the gentle
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your

In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and
And that even the nobles get properly
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no
at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and
William Zanzinger with a sentence
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears