Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

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

The ghost of 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 of Commerce

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

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

Now, the medicine man comes and he inside
He walks with a swagger and he to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, your pride
You not die, it's not poison"

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

Well, John the Baptist, 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 those who whimper 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 kitchen with the blues

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

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him, he
With a fantastic collection of
To win friends and influence his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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