Luyện nghe bài hát Joan Of Arc (3'42)

There's lots of things in a human
That I hope I have to touch
She the taste of burning flesh
Cannibals eat love, I'm a sucker for romantic stuff

She peeled the skin off her face
And left it lying on the bathroom
I put it into my suitcase, I leave it like that
Just in case she it back

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

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

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

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

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

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