Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

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

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

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 blues

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

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

Well, the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero, the
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but make it brief
Is a hole 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 not yellow, it's chicken"

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

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

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

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

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

I wish I could Brother Bill his great thrill
I set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
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 kitchen with the 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 folks' home and the

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

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