Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of
The city fathers they're trying to
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 the Ripper who sits
At the head of the of commerce

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 the tombstone blues

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

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

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

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

The Commander-in-Chief him, chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would and cry"
And dropping a bar he points 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 lookin' for the
I'm in the streets with the tombstone