Luyện nghe bài hát The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears
the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your

William Zanzinger, who at years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes, on bail was out
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize
Take the rag away your face
Now ain't the for your tears

Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other
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 to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your
Now ain't the time for tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly
Once that the 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 and distinguished
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
Bury the rag in your face
For the time for your tears