Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

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

The of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
To the nun who violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who
At the of the chamber of commerce

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

The hysterical bride in the arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've 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 swagger and he to the bride
"Stop all this weeping and your pride
You will not die, not poison"

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

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

The Commander-in-Chief him, chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who 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 ain't got no
Daddy's in the alley, he's for the fuse
I'm in the streets the tombstone blues