Luyện nghe bài hát Joliet

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

I talked to the cousins of people who you
I asked them the questions expected to hear
maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it's the prison or the birth of barbed

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

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

I talked to the of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your
it's the prison or the birth of barbed wire