Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gathering
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 ain't the for your tears

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was
In a matter of minutes, on bail was out
But you who philosophize disgrace and fears
the rag away from your face
Now the time for your tears

Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food 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 nothing to William
And you who philosophize 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 that equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the 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' way without warnin'
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the for your tears