Luyện nghe bài hát Joan of Arc

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

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

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

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

I her a Marlboro cigarette
She to smoke and smoke, and smoke
Sometimes saints forget
I don't want to sound a fascist
But it's wrong to with matches

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

of Arc, Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc
You hot little bitch, ooh
You're a martyr 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, of Arc keeps burning up
Joan, Joan of Arc burning up