Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while 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
Daddy's in the alley, he's for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone

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

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

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

The geometry of innocence, flesh on the
Causes Galileo's book to get thrown
At Delilah, sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her 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 and Cecil B. DeMille
He die happily ever after

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

Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their
Tuba players now rehearse the flagpole
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 hold you, dear lady, from going insane
That could ease you and you and cease the pain
Of your useless and knowledge

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