Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to
The of Paul Revere's horse
But the has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr, she down her wits
To Jezebel the nun who violently
A bald wig for the Ripper who sits
At the head of the of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry, she got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's for the fuse
I'm in the streets with the 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 advice is to not let the in"

Now the medicine man and he shuffles inside
He with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this and swallow your pride
You not die, it's not poison"

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

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

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

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 blues