Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

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

The ghost of Belle Starr, she 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, he's lookin' for
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone

The hysterical bride in the penny
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 and he shuffles inside
He walks a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your
You will not die, not poison"

in the factory, she ain't 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, great hero, but please make it
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, dropping a barbell, he to the sky
Saying, "The not yellow, it's chicken"

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 tombstone

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

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their
With his faithful slave Pedro him, he tramps
With a fantastic of stamps
To win and influence his uncle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, oh right