Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

William zanzinger killed poor hattie carroll

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

At a baltimore hotel society gathrin.

And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him

As they rode him in custody down to the station

And booked william zanzinger for first-degree murder.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now aint the time for your tears.

William zanzinger, who at twenty-four years

Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres

With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him

And high office relations in the politics of maryland,

Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders

And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,

In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now aint the time for your tears.

Hattie carroll was a maid of the kitchen.

She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage

And never sat once at the head of the table

And didnt even talk to the people at the table

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,

Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed through the air and came down through the room,

Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.

And she never done nothing to william zanzinger.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now aint the time for your tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel

To show that alls equal and that the courts are on the level

And that the strings in the books aint pulled and persuaded

And that even the nobles get properly handled

Once that the cops have chased after and caught em

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,

Stared at the person who killed for no reason

Who just happened to be feelin that way without warnin.

And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,

And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,

William zanzinger with a six-month sentence.

Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Bury the rag deep in your face

For nows the time for your tears.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll William zanzinger killed poor hattie carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a baltimore hotel society gathrin. And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him As they rode him in custody down to the station And booked william zanzinger for first-degree murder. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now aint the time for your tears. William zanzinger, who at twenty-four years Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him And high office relations in the politics of maryland, Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling, In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now aint the time for your tears. Hattie carroll was a maid of the kitchen. She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage And never sat once at the head of the table And didnt even talk to the people at the table Who just cleaned up all the food from the table And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level, Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane That sailed through the air and came down through the room, Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle. And she never done nothing to william zanzinger. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now aint the time for your tears. In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel To show that alls equal and that the courts are on the level And that the strings in the books aint pulled and persuaded And that even the nobles get properly handled Once that the cops have chased after and caught em And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom, Stared at the person who killed for no reason Who just happened to be feelin that way without warnin. And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished, And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, William zanzinger with a six-month sentence. Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Bury the rag deep in your face For nows the time for your tears. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/8558.html Все тексты песен: Bob Dylan » Bob Dylan - Master of War » Bob Dylan - Little Sadie » Bob Dylan - Romance in Durango » Bob Dylan - Ninety Miles an Hour » Bob Dylan - Belle Isle » Bob Dylan - Somebody Touched Me » Bob Dylan - Joey » Bob Dylan - Went to See The Gypsy » Bob Dylan - Dark Eyes » Bob Dylan - Stack a Lee » Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue » Bob Dylan - If Dogs Run Free » Bob Dylan - Tears of Rage » Bob Dylan - In The Summertime » Bob Dylan - You Angel You » Bob Dylan - We Better Talk This Over » Bob Dylan - I Threw It All Away » Bob Dylan - The Times They Are aChangin » Bob Dylan - Ugliest Girl in The World » Bob Dylan - Abandoned Love Рекомендуем скачать: » Жека - ГОЛОЛЁД » Жека - КОЛЕЯ » Жека - НЕ ЗОВИ НАЗАД » Жека - ПРОШЛОГОДНИЙ СНЕГ » Жека - ФОТОКАРТОЧКА » Жанна Агузарова - Индустрия » Жанна Агузарова - Марина » Жуки - Батарейка » Жанна Агузарова - Луч » Жанна Агузарова - Мальчик в теннисных туфлях » Жека - ЧЁРНЫЙ ВОРОН » Жанна Агузарова - Цифры » Жанна Агузарова - А снег идет » Жуки - Йогурты » Жанна Агузарова - Синеглазый мальчик » Жанна Агузарова - Один поцелуй моряка » Жанна Фриске - Лечу в темноту » Жанна Агузарова - Зимушка » Жуки - На Крыжополь поворот » Жанна Агузарова - Незабудка
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