Luyện nghe bài hát Jasper C. Debussy

Jasper was fine but he had glass
He crucified me with his coloured lies
His hair was black, he had a bend in his
He tied my cousin to the railroad tracks
The train it come, he to run
Jasper C. that's his kind of fun
Jasper was with a moth in his mind
The moth was too soft on the curtain
He startled the face of a of my girl's
He cut out her eyes and he wore them furs
I get the dues, wear my shoes
Tonight you might laugh while crying the
Jasper C. Debussy, that's his kind of blues

Jasper he dressed in the darkest of
He wears pantaloons and five foot one inch hose
His face is like a rock and his like the night
like a grim faced dog that's looking for a fight
Silhouette looks like a furry rat
When you see him coming mama, better run
Because C. Debussy that's his kind of fun