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 town has no need to be

The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands her wits
To the nun, she violently knits
A bald wig for the Ripper, who sits
At the of the Chamber of Commerce

in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's for food
I'm in the with the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've just made"
Then sends out for the doctor, who pulls the shade
And says, "My advice is to not let the in"

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

in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's for food
I'm in the kitchen the tombstone blues

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

The answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all who would whimper and cry"
And, dropping a barbell, he to the sky
Saying, "The not yellow, it's chicken"

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

The king of the Philistines, his to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their
the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the

Gypsy with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps
With his slave Pedro behind him, he tramps
With a collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his

Mama's in the factory, she got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for food
I'm in trouble with the blues

The geometry of innocence, flesh on the
Causes Galileo's math book to get
At Delilah, who's worthlessly alone
But the on her cheeks are from laughter

I wish I give Brother Bill his great thrill
I set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and B. DeMille
He could die happily after

in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen the tombstone blues

Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their
Tuba players now rehearse around the
And the National Bank at a profit road maps for the soul
To the old folks' home and the

Now, I wish I write you a melody so plain
That could hold you, dear lady, from insane
That could you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no
Daddy's in the alley, he's for food
I'm in the kitchen with the blues, oh right