Luyện nghe bài hát My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, & I Don't Love Jesus

By: jimmy


My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love (oh my lordy it's that...)
that kind of mornin'
Really was kind of night
Tryin' to myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be friday night

down to the snake pit
To drink a little
Listen to the
was comin' in clear

All of a sudden I wad'n
Pickin' music with ol' joe bones
street was rockin'
My eyes starting poppin'

Because she sat at the corner of the bar
As I broke another on my ol' guitar
Someone a cab
Lady pay my tab

And now my hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus
(oh my it's that...)
It's that kinda
Really was that kinda
Tryin' to myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday

Gotta get a little juice
And a for my head
I can't all day
layin' in the bed

I'm goin' down to fausto's get chocolate milk
Can't spend my life in yer of silk
got to find my way
Crawl out and the day

But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I love jesus
(oh my lordy that...)
It's that mornin'
Really was kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday

Let me tell ya, I be friday night
I mean be