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 society
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for tears

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes, on was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your

Hattie Carroll was a maid in the
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
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 food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Take the rag away from face
Now the time for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and
And that even the get properly handled
Once that the have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and
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 your
For now's the time for tears