Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gathering
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the time for your

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
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 time for tears

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 didn't even talk to the people at the
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
Doomed and determined to destroy all the
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger
And you who disgrace and criticize all fears
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the for your tears

In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no
Stared at the person who killed for no
Who just happened to be that way without 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
the rag deep in your face
For the time for your tears