Luyện nghe bài hát St. Jimmy

St. Jimmy is coming down the alleyway
Up on the boulevard, a zip gun on parade
Lights of a silhouette, insubordinate
at you on the count of one, two

One, two, three,

My name is and you better not wear it out
commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves I'm to represent
That needle in the of the establishment

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

and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Allen Poe
Raised in the city in a halo of
Product of war and fear that been victimized

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

Are you to me?
give you something to cry about

St.

My is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one from the way outside (St. Jimmy)
I'm a teenage executing some fun
In the cult of the of crime (St. Jimmy)

I really hate to say it but I you so
So shut your mouth before I you down old boy (St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the and give me some blood
I'm the resident leader at the lost and (St. Jimmy)

It's and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy and that's my
And wear it out