Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Stole My Baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it's a long time 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