Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Stole My Baby

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

She was always easy seven days of the
Now a bore and I've seen it before
She thinks it gives her kind of mystique

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

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 aching to be
She it all so goddamn seriously

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

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

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

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

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