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 slipped right my fingers
It was outside and in her soul

Well, maybe you're a
And maybe I'm the King of Old
I thought it best to let the illusion roll
I wouldn't say I've never that tale before
And my frozen little
But if your is good
Why not share it when the are cold?

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

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

Hey Miss Moscow, your story?
You needn't speak aloud, whisper
Am I just the closest to an Englishman?
You've me in your magazines 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 miss
She looked at me like I was Jack, the
She in close, "Goodnight", was all she said
So I myself off to bed