Luyện nghe bài hát Joan of Arc

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

She peeled the right off her face
And left it lying on the floor
I put it into my suitcase, I couldn't leave it that
in case she want it back

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

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

I give her a Marlboro
She starts to smoke and smoke, and
Sometimes saints forget
I want to sound like a fascist
But wrong to play with matches

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

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

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