Luyện nghe bài hát Joan Of Arc (3'42)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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