Luyện nghe bài hát Joliet

"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest of a man"
angry and slick into her letters writes
Through herself each time, she of him
Trips her way down south into mystery's
And he her there it's what she doesn't say
makes you want to stay and try to comfort her

I talked to the cousins of people who you
I asked them the they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing down in your town
Maybe the prison or the birth of barbed wire

"Joliet," she says, "Is the part of a man"
It's shaped like liberty's bell, cracked and law
And stretched out over its flaws an ink-less well
The hanging judge in town records her down
She the crowd the truth and deals with it herself
that hollow well with nothing left to prove

I talked to and streams that pushed through there
I talked to the trees had no fruit to bear
To the colorless people that sat
Beneath her up, stared

I talked to the cousins of who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to
Like maybe a went down in your town
Maybe it's the prison or the of barbed wire