Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

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

The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her
To Jezebel the nun, she violently
A bald wig for the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the of Commerce

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

The hysterical bride in the arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've been made"
sends 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 shuffles
He walks with a and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow pride
You will not die, not poison"

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

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

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

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

Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps
With his faithful Pedro behind him, he tramps
With a fantastic of stamps
To win friends and his uncle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, oh right