Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Catholics

We never thought that we could get stoned
And drive around with just a a pack of smokes
of Clear Eyes and appetite
We pillaging the Turkey Hill on Main Ave in West Side
you guess the only thing we had to fear
Would be their lights in the rearview mirror
This they got us
all over now
You were praying Marys for an escape route
But God for your father's last name
And all the connections that made
To everyone, you're such a sweet girl
But I your secret

Bad Catholics, weren't we,
Always out before communion started
Bad Catholics, weren't we,
Always dipping out before communion

Another summer and church picnic
I watch a mother run around in a
Chasing a kid with his orange mustache
his father's by the gambling wheel
There I saw you in the tent
Hanging with your new and your baby on the way
Oh it's kind of strange how it made me something
lost in the both of us now
You thank God that I my way
You introduce me to his name
To everyone a sweet church girl, but I know your secret

Bad Catholics, weren't we,
Always out before communion started
Bad Catholics, weren't we,
Always dipping out communion started
Bad Catholics, we, darling?
Always dipping out communion started
Bad Catholics, weren't we,
Always dipping out communion started