Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Stole My Baby

Jesus my baby, Jesus stole my girl
He her away for an hour every Sunday
And cut all of her curls

She was always easy days of the week
Now she's a bore and I've it before
She thinks it her some kind of mystique

Said that she wants to save me
Said you go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my till it bends
my cigarettes and steals my guitar

And it's a long time she was mine, pretending I am fine
simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be
She takes it all so seriously

Well, I've always been in love with her
But she might as well be up in chains
I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
I'm from my feet to my brains

Now if I could only to this Jesus
I'd him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby
So she can see kinda state I've been in

Jesus my baby so maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine now she's so dull and
May not be but that's the way that it is

And I'm lost here among the clowns, men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune
And she talks in terrified tones of bones
Screaming through a mangled

And it's a time since she was mine, pretending I am fine
simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is here with me I'm aching to be free
She it all so goddamn seriously