Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone Blues

The pretty things are in bed now, of course
The city fathers, they're trying to
The reincarnation of 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 Jack the Ripper, who
At the head of the Chamber of

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 been made"
Then sends out for the doctor, who pulls down the
And says, "My advice is to not let the in"

Now, the medicine man comes and he shuffles
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 lookin' for
I'm in the kitchen with the blues

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

The answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all who would whimper and cry"
And, a barbell, he points 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 with the tombstone blues

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

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

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for food
I'm in with the tombstone 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 Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B.
He could die ever after

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

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

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

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