Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

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

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

Seduction seems to in the dressing-room air
But knows just whos seducing who
She it out wave after wave
And seems to miss the slightest cue
in the wings
The cry lonely
Their one true love is
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 the room feeling angry and cold
Stetson looked reluctant and lame
Daskarzine had him neatly
And he was just blindly to his name

Im Stetson and I so bad, he kept on saying
But his mind was in some kind of cage
He had failed at the ancient art of
And was fighting to leave the bleeding

On the
A saxaphone
Cries sweet poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzines
Of false