Luyện nghe bài hát Said She Was a Dancer

She said, she was a
If I believed it, it was my
She surely knew a or two about control
to the bar we hit the samovar
She almost right through my fingers
It was snowing and in her soul

Well, maybe a dancer
And maybe I'm the King of Old
I thought it best to let the illusion roll
I say I've never heard that tale before
And my frozen little
But if dream is good
Why not it when the nights are cold?

Hey Moscow, what's story?
Lady, take your time, hurry
Maybe a student of the plan
Hey Moscow, what's your
If you don't want to say, don't
It would probably be hard for me to it scan

With her book in the silk soft hand
She spoke in riddles while the vodka
I said, "Let me up love, if I might be so bold"
She was the nearest thing to and roll
That side of the velvet
That separates eastern steel western gold

Hey Miss Moscow, what's story?
You needn't aloud, just whisper
Am I just the thing to an Englishman?
You've seen me in your or maybe on state television
I'm your Pepsi-Cola but you take me out the can

She said, she was a dancer, so she did

She said, she was a
If I believed it, it was my
It like a merry dance that I was being led
So I stole one kiss, it was a near
She looked at me like I was Jack, the
She in close, "Goodnight", was all she said
So I myself off to bed