Luyện nghe bài hát Jeremiah Weed

Jeremiah,
His is broken,
Lying in the alley he fell.
His head is home,
To the of California,
Jeremiah 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 never fade,
I Jeremiah knows,
the way it goes,
The Son will find no shame him

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

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

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

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