Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The pretty things are in bed now, of course
The city fathers, trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be

The ghost of Starr, she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who
At the head of the of Commerce

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 tombstone

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 is to not let the boys in"

Now, the medicine man comes and he inside
He with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, 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 with the tombstone

Well, the Baptist, after torturing 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 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 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 soldiers to
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their
Puts the pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then them out to the jungle

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

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

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

I wish I could give Brother 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

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

Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the
And the Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old home and the college

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

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, oh right