Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

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

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

Seduction seems to in the dressing-room air
But no-one just whos seducing who
She puts it out wave wave
And never seems to miss the cue
in the wings
The cry lonely
Their one 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 from month to
With my touch to you through

Now Chicken left the room feeling angry and
Young Stetson looked reluctant and
had him neatly pidgeonholed
And he was clinging blindly to his name

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

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