Luyện nghe bài hát Why Judy

It's like it rains when I run my brain,
The chitter got me shattered,
And I feel I'm scattered now,
I'm battered,
down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that lot on seventeenth street,
That's me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,
I believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss,
It's all my dreams they turn into a life,
And now I'm like I'm sittin' on the edge of a knife!

Woah now woah hey say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I all the time,
Woah now hey woah say woah,
got me drinkin' and I'm thinkin' as I drive through the light,
Starin' out the windshield wipers,
Then it me like a shot from the sniper!

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

Shit had me proof,
But I'm the with the proof,
It's just an urban legend if ya that you'll be happy,
The truth is la vida loca was all about 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 lawyer on the phone,
I come to your shack,
suburb,
Cadillac,
custody,
I'll it all back!

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

Judy baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose they is,
Yeah,
Judy that 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 I love her but I don't all the time,
now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feelin' like I'm livin' at the of a crime,
now woah hey woah say woah,
I coulda sworn I was trippin' it was such a surprise,
Woah now hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda while my little one cries,
out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot the sniper!

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

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