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 hand
As her hair hung hot off the
A red-eyed Chicken felt like in
But his lines their customary cool
Her conversation flowed like from a tin
And felt like some kind of fool

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

Seduction to hang in the dressing-room air
But no-one knows just whos who
She puts it out wave wave
And never seems to the slightest cue
in the wings
The cry lonely
Their one true is Daskarzine
And for her all die slowly

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

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

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

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