Luyện nghe bài hát Jenny

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

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

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

It appeared every Autumn on the courthouse
And the leaves never fell 'til the carnival was
was a barker for an arcade ride
With a tongue and a wandering eye

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

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

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

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

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

On a train,
Jesus loves you and your mama wants you home
But oh, bridges
When you carry shame and you think you can't return

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

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

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

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