Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of
The city fathers, trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul horse
But the town has no need to be

The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her
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, he's for food
I'm in the kitchen with the blues

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

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

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

Well, John the Baptist, after torturing a
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, dropping a barbell, he 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 the tombstone blues

The of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their and flatters their graves
Puts the pied in prison and fattens the slaves
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 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 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 tears on her cheeks are from

I wish I could give Brother Bill his great
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

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

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

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, oh right