Luyện nghe bài hát Isadora

Heads are sidewardsley 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 when the night is done, none of them follow she goes..
The room is a little smokey, in a filled kind of way
as she takes an extra minute to put her drink away
And the big growing anxious, they're outside shaving all their

And the has put his foot down and you know the bosses foots' made
out of lead..
So she the introduction back, and throws it in his face
she starts to wail and shatter every window in the place
Her band is a computer, but it hasn't got any
It asks her for the next song, and she exactly which..
The crowd has stopped its' chatter long enough to its' breath
When she hits the opening and says, ".. here's a song about sex.."
and then she it all around me the way most good women do
I try to call the waiter, but all wrapped up in her too..
Then her song is over, and time to take a bow
"My name is Isadora," she said, if it matters now
I saw her by a car as I was walking out the
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
Then she smiled, thanking me, telling me that I had no choice
So now I'm sitting here how this song is supposed to end
And I guess I'll just have to wait until I see again..
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