Luyện nghe bài hát Joan of Arc

Now the they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding the dark
No moon to keep her Armour
Then no man to get her this darkest very smoky night

She said, "I'm of the war
I the kind of work I had before
a wedding dress or something white
To wear my swollen appetite"

Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk way
You see I've you riding all most every single day
And theres something in me to win
Such a cold and such a very lonesome heroine

Well then, who are you?" she sternly
To the one beneath the
"Why, I'm, I'm fire," he
"And I love solitude, how I love your sense of pride"

"Well then fire, make your cold
I'm gonna you mine to hold"
Saying she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only

It was into his fiery heart
He the dust of a Joan of Arc
And high above all these assembled wedding
He hung the of her very lovely wedding dress

It was deep deep into his heart
That he took the of all precious Joan of Arc
Then she clearly understood
If if he was fire, oh she must be

I saw her wince, I saw her cry
I saw the in her eye
Myself I long, I long for and light
But must it come so cruel, and must it must it be so very