Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

Well Daskarzine, she was pretty
As she stretched out in the of the room
She was Oh! so lazy her pistol hand
As her hung hot off the loom
A red-eyed Chicken felt stepping in
But his lines lacked their cool
Her conversation flowed like treacle a tin
And Chicken felt like some of fool

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

Seduction seems to in the dressing-room air
But no-one knows just seducing who
She it out wave after wave
And seems to miss the slightest 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 thing we do
Why not die month to month
my touch to help you through

Now Chicken the room feeling angry and cold
Young looked reluctant and lame
Daskarzine had him pidgeonholed
And he was just blindly to his name

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

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