Luyện nghe bài hát At Conception

Been throwing up all
Poor girl's so heartsick
Ever since her went to war

Cole's
Done his best to the girl
so than some neighbors deem necessary
But you can't measure young love

Picketing the clinic town
Cole holds the record
For turning twelve around

If knows the
of the young woman, it's

Father
He's been out of sorts
strange sermon he gave
Accepting due to rape

Whispered, she's
But one awful catch
Her been off in the desert for half a year

cried
"This cannot be!"
She
"Quite the
I'm hardly the Mary"

"And you're no
So who will my home?"
"Jeannie, you're a kid
You can't such mortal sins
will be alright"

What in confession
Stays in the
happens in confession
Stays in the

happens in confession
Stays in the
So what goes on those curtains?

Jeannie, just a kid
You won't conceive mortal sin