Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

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

Oh Yeah!
Her move
Is a lesson in street
And they her name in cheap hotels
From 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
Their one true is Daskarzine
And for her theyll all die

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

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

Im Stetson and I so bad, he kept on saying
But his was trapped 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 jazz poetry
And it on Daskarzines facade
Of serenity