Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

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

William Zanzinger, who at years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office 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 bail was out
But you who disgrace and criticize fears
Take the rag away your face
Now the time for your tears

Carroll 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 just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a
That sailed through the air and down through the room
and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger
And you who philosophize and criticize all fears
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the time for your

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have after and caught '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 through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears
the rag deep in your face
For the time for your tears