Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of
The fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be

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

Mama's in the fact'ry, she 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 penny
she moans, "I've just been made"
Then she sends out for the doctor who down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the in"

Now the medicine man and he shuffles inside
He walks with a and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping and swallow pride
You not die, it's 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 streets with the blues

Well, John the Baptist torturing a thief
Looks up to his hero the
"Tell me great hero, but make it brief
Is there a for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him, a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun is not yellow chicken"

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