Luyện nghe bài hát Joan of Arc

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

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

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

It's hard to go out a saint
Who's French and comes 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 saints forget
I don't want to sound a fascist
But it's to play with matches

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

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

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