Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty 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 down her wits
To the nun, she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who
At the head of the 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 with the blues

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

Now, the man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, your 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, the Baptist, after torturing a thief
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 while 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, lookin' for food
I'm in the with the tombstone blues

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

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

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

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

I wish I could 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 could die ever after

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

Where Ma and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit 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 could ease you and cool you and cease the
Of your and pointless knowledge

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 blues, oh