Luyện nghe bài hát Isadora

Heads are turnin' as she walks up to the stage
dressed in black, hair red, gold slippers on her feet
got a company of boys, she keeps as her slaves in tow
But the night is done, none of them follow where she goes..
The room is a smokey, in a half filled kind of way
as she takes an minute to put her last drink away
And the big band's growing anxious, outside shaving all their

And the has put his foot down and you know the bosses foots' made
out of lead..
So she grabs the introduction back, and it in his face
then she to wail and shatter every window in the place
Her band is a computer, but it got any glitch
It asks her for the next song, and she knows which..
The crowd has stopped chatter long enough to catch its' breath
she hits the opening note and says, ".. here's a song about sex.."
and then she wraps it all me the way most good women do
I try to the waiter, but he's all wrapped up in her too..
Then her song is over, and it's to take a bow
"My name is Isadora," she said, if it even now
I saw her by a car as I was out the door
Her boys had most of the things, but they still needed to load a
more..
So I a minute to tell her that I really like her voice
she smiled, thanking me, telling me that I really had no choice
So now I'm sitting here deciding how song is supposed to end
And I guess I'll just have to wait I see Isadora again..
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