Luyện nghe bài hát Joan of Arc

There's of things in a human head
I hope I never have to touch
She the taste of burning flesh
Cannibals eat love, I'm a sucker for romantic stuff

She the skin right off her face
And it lying on the bathroom floor
I put it into my suitcase, I leave it like that
in case she want it back

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

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

I give her a cigarette
She starts to smoke and smoke, and
Sometimes even saints
I don't want to sound like a
But it's wrong to play with

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

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

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