Luyện nghe bài hát Joan Of Arc (3'42)

There's lots of things in a human
That I I never have to touch
She the taste of burning flesh
Cannibals eat their love, I'm a for romantic stuff

She peeled the skin right off her
And it lying on the bathroom floor
I put it my suitcase, I couldn't leave it like that
in case she want it back

Joan, of Arc keeps burning up
Joan, of Arc keeps burning up

It's to go out with a saint
Who's French and comes from
I to scream, I almost faint
She's got the stigmata, I want the

I give her a cigarette
She to smoke and smoke, and smoke
even saints forget
I don't to sound like a fascist
But wrong to play with matches

Joan, Joan of Arc keeps up
Joan, of Arc keeps burning up

Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, of Arc
You hot little bitch, ooh
You're a from France
I'm a regular guy from New Jersey
But we have burning and heat, ooh
You've got the stigmata, I want the

Joan, Joan of Arc keeps up
Joan, Joan of Arc keeps up