Other Exercises
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a 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 all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't 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 for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a 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 all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't 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 for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
