Luyện nghe bài hát Joan Of Arc (3'42)

There's lots of things in a head
I hope I never have to touch
She likes the of burning flesh
Cannibals eat love, I'm a sucker for romantic stuff

She the skin right off her face
And left it lying on the floor
I put it into my suitcase, I couldn't it like that
Just in she want it back

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

It's hard to go out a saint
French and comes from France
I start to scream, I almost
got the stigmata, I want the stigmata

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

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

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

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