Luyện nghe bài hát St. Jimmy

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

One, two, three,

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

I'm the patron saint of the
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
in the city in a halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we've been

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

Are you to me?
I'll give you 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 teenage assassin executing 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 shoot you old boy (St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the club and give me some
I'm the resident leader at the lost and (St. Jimmy)

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