Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed a shrug 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 and criticize fears
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the for your tears

Hattie Carroll was a in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William
And you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the time for your

In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
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 that the ladder of law has no top and no
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
Bury the rag deep in your
For now's the for your tears