Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

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

Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling
In a matter of minutes, on bail was out
But you who philosophize and criticize fears
Take the rag away your face
Now the time for your tears

Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from face
Now ain't the time for your

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly
that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom
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 handed out strongly, for and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your