Luyện nghe bài hát Jenny

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

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

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

It appeared every Autumn on the lawn
And the leaves never fell 'til the was gone
Michael was a barker for an arcade
With a smooth-talk tongue and a eye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When they found her body on a cold 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

you know the truth, you can hide it on a shelf
But unless you it down, you can't live with yourself
In her right hand, Jenny 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 you finish broken-hearted?
Back to the dust where you