Luyện nghe bài hát Jeremiah Weed

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

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

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

Jeremiah,
Seven pockets stuffed with
People everywhere,
But no one a word.
tried killing time,
But it sit still,
Jeremiah weed.

Well I know, it comes to those,
The paint he laid never fade,
I Jeremiah knows,
the way it goes,
The Son will find no upon him.

Jeremiah
All hail the Roller
A in the city
Make you you're in hell
hard to believe
He was at you
Poor weed
Oh, poor weed.
Oh poor weed.

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