Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gathering
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Take the rag away your face
Now the time 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 relations in the politics of Maryland
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
Take the rag from your face
Now ain't the for your tears

Hattie was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten
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 the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a
That sailed through the air and came through the room
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
Take the rag away from face
Now ain't the for your tears

In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and
And that even the nobles get properly
Once that the cops have chased after and '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 through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and
William with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears
the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears