Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The pretty things are in bed now, of course
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 her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she violently
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, lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the blues

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

Now, the medicine man and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the
"Stop all weeping, swallow your pride
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 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 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"

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 tombstone

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

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

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

I wish I could give Brother Bill his thrill
I set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for 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 lookin' for
I'm in the kitchen the tombstone blues

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

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

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