Luyện nghe bài hát Joanna

This is my story, and it won't take
My is Joanna, and I have done wrong
When I was a young girl, no more than
me a bad man for what he had seen

Lives out on the west coast, down by Bay
My mamma workin' every night and day
The crookies bloomin' for to welcome the sun
ranged out along the old Highway 101

Now that you're at the shipyard, the works there
They'd all fall the night cruise sent them away
And Donny Dakota, yeah, from just down a way
Gettin' drunk on a Sunday, yeah, by the bay

Had a face like a dark cloud, and his voice the storms
With no work at all, boys, yeah, he just stayed
Yeah, wandered the trailer park where I lay
Banged on the wall just to all us kids

One day I out, and in the sunlight I stood
Told him to fuck off, boy, no one else would
He took a fist of my hair, and dragged me around
To the back of the trailer, and held me on the ground

And as he pulled my dress up I could see the clouds
So airy and bright as thought in my head
Oh, the crookies were bloomin' for to the sun
Trailers lined up out on old 101

night as I lay in my bed, wide awake
Lookin' out of my window, out the bay
I rose and I got my mamma's gun from her drawer
She was sleepin' so as I walked out the door

Found Donny Dakota, from down a way
Asleep in the tall grass by the bay
The stars all shinin' and, oh, so red
Shot him three times in the back of the