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...)
It's kind of mornin'
Really was kind of night
Tryin' to tell myself my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' night

Went to the snake pit
To drink a beer
to the jukebox
Merle was comin' in

All of a I wad'n alone
Pickin' country music ol' joe bones
street was rockin'
My they starting poppin'

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

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

Gotta get a orange juice
And a darvon for my
I spend all day
Baby in the bed

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

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

Let me tell ya, I be roarin' night
I I'll be