Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Stole My Baby

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

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

Said that she just to save me
Said you can't go on the way you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my till it bends
Hides my cigarettes and steals my

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

Well, always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm so low
I'm from 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 home my baby
So she can see what state I've been in

Jesus stole my baby so maybe I should his
She used to be now she's 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 tune
And she talks in terrified tones of skeleton
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 here with me I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so seriously