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 seven of the week
Now she's a bore and seen it before
She thinks it gives her kind of mystique

Said she just 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 and steals my guitar

And it's a long time since she was mine, pretending I am
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

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

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

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

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

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