Luyện nghe bài hát Joliet

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

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

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

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

I talked to the of people who knew 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 wire