Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

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

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

Seduction seems to hang in the air
But no-one knows just seducing who
She puts it out wave after
And never seems to miss the cue
Outside in the
The curtain-boys cry
Their one true is Daskarzine
And for her all die slowly

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

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

Im Stetson and I aint so bad, he on saying
But his was trapped in some kind of cage
He had at the ancient art of role-playing
And was fighting to leave the bleeding

On the
A tenor
sweet jazz poetry
And it on Daskarzines facade
Of false