Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Jimmy (St. Jimmy)

St. Jimmy's coming across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on
Lights on the
insubordinate Coming at you on the count of One, Two

One, Two, Three, Four!

My name is and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your talked about
King of the forty
no to represent
The needle in the of the establishment

I'm the saint of denial
With an face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen and a bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Allen Poe
Raised in the city in the of lights
The product of war and fear that been victimized

I'm the patron of denial
With an face and a taste for suicidal

ARE YOU TO ME?

give you something to cry about.

ST. JIMMY!

My name is St. I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way
I'm a assassin makes the killing so fun
In the cult of the of crime.

I really to say it but I told you so
So your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the and give me some blood
I'm the resident at the lost and found

It's and tragedy
St. Jimmy
And my name...and don't wear it out!