Luyện nghe bài hát St. Jimmy

St. Jimmy is coming down across the
Up on the boulevard, like a zip gun on
Lights of a silhouette, he's
at you on the count of one, two

One, two, three,

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

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

Cigarettes and ramen and a bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Poe
Raised in the in a halo of lights
Product of war and that we've been victimized

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

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 that's from the way (St. Jimmy)
I'm a assassin executing some fun
In the of the life of crime (St. Jimmy)

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

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