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...)
that kind of mornin'
Really was that 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 I wad'n alone
Pickin' country music with ol' joe
street was rockin'
My they starting poppin'

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

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

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

I'm goin' down to get some chocolate milk
spend my life in yer sheets of silk
I've got to my way
Crawl out and the day

But now my hurts, my feet stink, and I don't 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 be roarin' friday night

Let me ya, I be roarin' friday night
I mean be