Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers trying to endorse
The of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no to be nervous

The ghost of Starr, she hands down her wits
To the nun who violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the who sits
At the head of the of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry, she ain't got no
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for the
I'm in the streets the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the arcade
she moans, "I've just been made"
Then she sends out for the who pulls down the shade
Says, "My is to not let the boys in"

Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles
He walks with a and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping and your pride
You will not die, not poison"

Mama's in the fact'ry, she got no shoes
in the alley, he's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets with the tombstone

Well, John the Baptist torturing a thief
up to his hero the Commander-in-Chief
"Tell me great hero, but please it brief
Is there a hole for me to get in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him, a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would and cry"
And a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun is not it's chicken"

in the fact'ry, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for the
I'm in the streets with the blues