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 jesus (oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kind of
Really was that kind of
Tryin' to myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday be roarin' friday night

Went to the snake pit
To drink a little
Listen to the
Merle was comin' in

All of a sudden I wad'n
Pickin' country with ol' joe bones
Duval street was
My eyes they poppin'

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

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

Gotta get a little orange
And a darvon for my
I spend all day
layin' in the bed

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

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

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