Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Stole My Baby

Jesus my baby, Jesus stole my girl
He took her 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 some kind of

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

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

Well, I've been in love with her treasure
But she might as be locked up in chains
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 this
I'd tell him just how lonely been
I'd ask him to send home my baby
So she can see kinda state I've been in

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

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

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