Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
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 for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the time for tears

William Zanzinger, who at years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a of minutes, on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize and criticize fears
Take the rag away your face
Now ain't the time for your

Hattie was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten
Who carried the dishes and took out the
And never sat once at the head of the
And didn't even 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 by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to all the gentle
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your

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