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 hand
As her hair hung hot off the
A Chicken felt like stepping in
But his lines lacked their cool
Her conversation flowed like from a tin
And Chicken felt like kind of fool

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

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

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

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

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

On the
A tenor
Cries sweet jazz
And it breaks on facade
Of serenity