Luyện nghe bài hát Jeremiah Weed

Jeremiah,
His is broken,
Lying in the where he fell.
His head is home,
To the of California,
Poor weed.

got his friends,
got his devices,
He got no for you.
No for sympathy,
No for surprises,
Poor weed.

Well I know, when it to those,
The he laid down never fade,
I hope knows,
the way it goes,
The Son will no shame upon him

Jeremiah,
Seven pockets with empty
walking everywhere,
But no one a word.
He's killing time,
But it sit still,
Poor weed.

Well I know, when it to those,
The paint he laid down fade,
I hope knows,
the way it goes,
The Son will find no upon him.

Poor
All hail the Roller
A in the city
Make you think in hell
It's hard to
He was at you
Poor weed
Oh, poor weed.
Oh poor weed.

Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, Jeremiah weed
Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor weed
(fades)