Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Stole My Baby

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

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

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

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

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

Now if I could only talk to this
I'd tell him how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send my baby again
So she can see what kinda state I've in

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

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

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