Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

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

Oh Yeah!
Her every
Is a in street ballet
And they speak her name in hotels
Turkey to Marseillaise

Seduction seems to hang in the air
But knows just whos seducing who
She puts it out wave after
And never seems to the slightest cue
in the wings
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 thing we do
Why not die month to month
my touch to help you through

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

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

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