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 has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Starr, she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she violently
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who
At the of the Chamber of Commerce

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 blues

The bride 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 walks with a swagger and he to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, your pride
You will not die, not poison"

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

Well, John the Baptist, after torturing a
Looks up at his hero, the
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but make it brief
Is there a for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who whimper and cry"
And, a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, chicken"

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

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

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

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

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

I wish I could give Bill his great thrill
I would set him in 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 got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for
I'm in the with the tombstone blues

Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their
players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the Bank at a profit 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

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