Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gathering
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the 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 office in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling
In a matter of minutes, on bail was out
But you who philosophize and criticize fears
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the time for tears

Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was years 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 even talk to the people 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
That sailed through the air and came down through the
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle
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 courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and
William Zanzinger with a six-month
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your