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 hot off the loom
A Chicken felt like stepping in
But his lines their customary cool
Her flowed like treacle from a tin
And Chicken like some kind of fool

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

Seduction seems to hang in the air
But no-one just whos seducing who
She puts it out wave wave
And never seems to the slightest cue
in the wings
The curtain-boys cry
one true love is Daskarzine
And for her all die slowly

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

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

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

On the
A tenor
Cries jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzines
Of serenity