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
He's insubordinate 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
of the forty theives
no to represent
The in the vein of the establishment

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

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

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

ARE YOU TO ME?

I'll you something to cry about.

ST. JIMMY!

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

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

It's comedy and
It's St.
And that's my name...and don't it out!