Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore society gathering
And the cops were 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 disgrace and criticize all fears
the rag away from your face
Now the time for your tears

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

Hattie 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 once at the of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned 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 determined to all the gentle
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and
And handed out strongly, for and repentance
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for tears