Luyện nghe bài hát Joan Of Arc (3'42)

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

She the skin right 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 burning up

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

I her a Marlboro cigarette
She to smoke and smoke, and smoke
Sometimes even saints
I want to sound like a fascist
But it's wrong to play matches

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

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

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