Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

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

The of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
To the nun, she violently knits
A wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of

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

The bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've been made"
sends out for the doctor, who pulls down the shade
And says, "My is to not let the boys in"

Now, the medicine man comes and he inside
He walks a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, your pride
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 with the blues

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

The Commander-in-Chief answers him chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would and cry"
And, a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, chicken"

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

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

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their
With his faithful slave behind him, he tramps
With a fantastic of stamps
To win and influence his uncle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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