Other Exercises
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That 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 and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't and persuaded
And that even the 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 who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That 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 and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't and persuaded
And that even the 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 who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
