Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

Well Daskarzine, she was pretty
As she stretched out in the of the room
She was Oh! so lazy with her pistol
As her hair hot off the loom
A red-eyed Chicken felt like in
But his lines lacked customary cool
Her conversation flowed like treacle a tin
And felt like some kind of fool

Oh Yeah!
Her every
Is a lesson in street
And speak her name in cheap hotels
From to Marseillaise

seems to hang in the dressing-room air
But no-one knows just seducing who
She puts it out after wave
And never seems to the slightest cue
Outside in the
The curtain-boys cry
one true love is Daskarzine
And for her theyll all die

Oh babe, she says, weve got to die
Its the sweetest we do
Why not die month to month
With my to help you through

Now Chicken left the room feeling and cold
Stetson looked reluctant and lame
Daskarzine had him neatly
And he was just blindly to his name

Im and I aint so bad, he kept on saying
But his mind was trapped in some kind of
He had failed at the art of role-playing
And was fighting to leave the stage

On the
A tenor
Cries sweet jazz
And it breaks on Daskarzines
Of false