Luyện nghe bài hát Joan of Arc

From the to the A3
She must have been about 17 on 18
used to want to charge her at the overpass
Cigarettes taste when they taste like daydreams
But the days are long now
But she still looks
Back to the first ever boy she
And love her back

My of Arc
Her ? in my bed
Those kind words
She never said

was caravans, bands, and backseats
She was more diazepam, trams, tans and
back then we both laugh
Funny how you give a fuck when you're 20
But she was alone
And it still her mad
How the boys use to her on
to get in her pants

My of Arc
Her ? in my bed
Her lonely
Can find it hard to forgive and
The love she had
run as soon as he read
Those three kind
She never said

So from the anagrams to the keys
Spend most of our time now back from 30
My old mate Terry got discharged
At her majesty's pleasure he was never cosy
But these older days we now
they're not all that
They're of the best weather days
I'll ever have

My of Arc
Her ? in my bed
Her lonely
Can find it to forgive and forget
The she once had
run as soon as he read
Those three kind
She never heard