Luyện nghe bài hát Jenny

On a Saturday night, all the girls run
Singing, "Bury me not on the Prairie"
But where do you go you finish broken-hearted?
to the dust, where you started

Jenny cut her in a midwest shack
As a shantytown girl, on the end of the tracks
Her mama her everything she'd need to get along
And her School teacher taught her right and wrong

to be respectable but born to be poor
It was all she'd ever but she figured there was more
When she came of age, Jenny herself a vow
"I'm gonna get out and I care how"

It appeared every on the courthouse lawn
And the leaves fell 'til the carnival was gone
Michael was a for an arcade ride
a smooth-talk tongue and a wandering eye

"Get your tickets here for the O'Mirrors maze
If you get out, I know a couple ways"
He caught eye but her thoughts looked down
All she was a ticket going out of that town

How, how I wanna you
How, you and run away, done away
How, how I wanna your memory
Why you let me be?

Michael stole a kiss, he whispered at last
"You're a little old-fashioned, so forget about your
Bible belt folks think living is a sin
So they all start from the day they're born again"

And atop the Ferris wheel, the colors were a blur
The morning, he loved her but she wasn't really sure
He made her promise not to leave he came to get her
She promised him but she have known better
She cried, she

How, how I bury you
How, bury you and run away, away
How, how I wanna bury memory
Why you let me be?

On a train,
loves you still and your mama wants you home
But oh, burn
When you carry your shame and you think you return

How, how I bury you
How, bury you and run away, away
How, how I wanna your memory

When they finally found her body on a dog day
It was in a cattle car, in the hay
A note in the of her calico dress
Said, "I'm guilty as sin but I can't

Once you know the truth, you can it on a shelf
But unless you bring it down, you can't with yourself
In her right hand, Jenny held the Bible of her
had a pistol in the other

On a Saturday night, all the girls run
Singing, "Bury me not on the Prairie"
But where do you go when you finish
to the dust where you started