Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Jimmy (St. Jimmy)

St. Jimmy's coming down the alleyway
Up on the like a zip gun on parade
on the silhouette
He's insubordinate Coming at you on the of One, Two

One, Two, Three, Four!

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

I'm the patron saint of
With an angel and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city in the halo of
The product of war and fear that we've been

I'm the saint 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 the way outside
I'm a teenage makes the killing so fun
In the cult of the of crime.

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

comedy and tragedy
It's St.
And that's my name...and wear it out!