Luyện nghe bài hát Joan Of Arc (3'42)

There's of things in a human head
That I hope I never have to
She likes the taste of flesh
Cannibals eat their love, I'm a sucker for romantic

She peeled the right off her face
And left it lying on the bathroom
I put it into my suitcase, I couldn't leave it that
Just in case she it back

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

It's hard to go out with a
French and comes from France
I start to scream, I faint
She's got the stigmata, I the stigmata

I her a Marlboro cigarette
She starts to smoke and smoke, and
Sometimes even saints
I don't want to sound a fascist
But it's wrong to play matches

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

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

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