Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in
And Easter time too
And gravity fails
And negativity don't you through

put on any airs
When you're down on rue morgue
They got some hungry there
And man, they really make a out of you

If you see Saint
Tell her a lot
I move
And my fingers are all in a

And I got the strength
To get up and another shot
And my best the doctor
Won't even say what it is got

Sweet
The peasants call her the goddess of
She good English
And she invites you up her room

And so kind
And not to go to her too soon
And then she takes voice
And leaves you howling at the

Up on hill
It's either fortune or
You can take one or the
Though neither of are to be what they claim

And If looking to get silly
better go back from where you came
Because the don't need you
And man, they expect the

All the
They just stand and boast
How they blackmailed the
Into his post

And picking up my brother
who arrived here from the coast
Who so fine at first
But looking like a ghost

Well, it folks, that's it

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the stuff
Everybody they'd stand behind me
When the game got

Ah, but the was on me
There was no-one there to bluff
I'm going to New York City
I do I've had enough