Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's time too
And your gravity fails and won't pull you through
Don't put on any airs when you're on Rue Morgue Avenue
got some hungry women there
And they'll really a mess out of you

Well, if you see Saint Annie please her thanks a lot
I cannot move and my fingers they are all in a
I don't have the strength to get up and another shot
And my best friend the doctor won't even say it is I got

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the of gloom
She speaks English and she invites you up into her room
And so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice and she you howling at the moon

Well, up on housing hill
It's either fortune or
You must pick one or the
Though neither of are to be what they claim

And if you're to get silly
You better go back to from you came
the cops don't need you
And man expect the same

Now all the authorities just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms leaving his post
And picking up Angel who just here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first and she left looking like a ghost

Well, I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder
Everybody they'd stand beside me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me there was nobody even there to
I'm going back to New York City, I do I've had enough