Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

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

Oh Yeah!
Her move
Is a lesson in ballet
And they speak her in cheap hotels
Turkey to Marseillaise

Seduction seems to in the dressing-room air
But knows just whos seducing who
She it out wave after wave
And never to miss the slightest cue
Outside in the
The cry lonely
Their one true love is
And for her all die slowly

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

Now Chicken left the feeling angry and cold
Young looked reluctant and lame
had him neatly pidgeonholed
And he was just clinging to his name

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

On the
A saxaphone
Cries sweet jazz
And it on Daskarzines facade
Of serenity