Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

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

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland
to his deed with 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 disgrace and criticize
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the time for your

Hattie Carroll was a maid in the
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the
And she never done to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the time for your

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and
And handed out strongly, for penalty and
William with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your