Luyện nghe bài hát Joliet

"Joliet," she says, "Is the part of a man"
It's angry and into her letters writes
Through herself time, she thinks of him
Trips her way down south into mystery's
And he her there it's what 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 they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your
Maybe it's the prison or the birth of barbed

"Joliet," she says, "Is the part of a man"
It's shaped like liberty's bell, and common 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 mountains and streams that through there
I talked to the trees had no fruit to bear
To the people that sat there
her curled up, stared

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