Luyện nghe bài hát Jenny

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

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

Raised to be respectable but to be poor
It was all she'd ever known but she figured was more
When she came of age, Jenny made a vow
"I'm gonna get out and I don't how"

It appeared Autumn on the courthouse lawn
And the leaves fell 'til the carnival was gone
was a barker for an arcade ride
With a tongue and a wandering eye

"Get your tickets here for the O'Mirrors maze
If you can't get out, I a couple ways"
He caught Jenny's eye but her looked down
All she wanted was a ticket going out of town

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

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

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

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

On a train,
Jesus loves you still and your mama wants you
But oh, bridges
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 bury memory

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

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

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