Luyện nghe bài hát Why Judy

It's like it always when I run my brain,
The chatter's got me shattered,
And I feel like I'm now,
I'm battered,
down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past parking lot on seventeenth street,
That's me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,
I can't believe all this bullshit started up with a kiss,
like all my dreams they turn into a life,
And now I'm feelin' I'm sittin' on the edge of a knife!

Woah now hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her I love her but I don't all the time,
Woah now hey woah say woah,
got me drinkin' and I'm thinkin' as I drive through the light,
Starin' out through the wipers,
Then it me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy baby ain't got my eyes,
I whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby got my smile,
I wonder whose that is,
Yeah...

Shit had me proof,
But I'm the with the proof,
It's just an legend if ya think that you'll be happy,
The truth is that la vida loca was all you creepy sneakin',
yeah,
You got me yo,
You got the johnson,
You got the bone,
Now you don't get no money like the said on the phone,
I come to ransack shack,
suburb,
Cadillac,
custody,
I'll it all back!

Woah now hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I her but I don't all the time,
Woah now woah hey say woah,
I got the feelin' that I'm livin' at the of a crime,
Starin' out the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a from the sniper!

Judy that ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose they is,
Yeah,
that baby ain't got my smile,
I wonder whose smile is,
Yeah...

no use,
no use...

Woah now hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I all the time,
Woah now woah hey say woah,
I got the feelin' like I'm at the scene of a crime,
Woah now woah hey say woah,
I coulda that I was trippin' it was such a surprise,
Woah now hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda slippin' while my one cries,
out through the windshield wipers,
Then it me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose they is,
(Those see),
Yeah,
that baby ain't got my smile,
(Ain't got my smile),
I whose smile that is,
(I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy baby ain't got my style,
(That baby),
(That baby),
I wonder style that is,
(Woah I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby just my child,
(It my child),
I whose child that is,
I it ain't mine...

It be his,
His his his,
It be his,
Yeah...