Luyện nghe bài hát Daskarzine

Well Daskarzine, she was pretty
As she stretched out in the corner of the
She was Oh! so lazy her pistol hand
As her hair hung hot off the
A Chicken felt like stepping in
But his lines lacked customary cool
Her conversation like treacle from a tin
And Chicken felt like some of fool

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

Seduction seems to hang in the air
But knows just whos seducing who
She puts it out wave after
And never to miss the slightest cue
Outside in the
The curtain-boys cry
Their one true is Daskarzine
And for her all die slowly

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

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

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

On the
A saxaphone
sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on facade
Of false