Luyện nghe bài hát Sascha Monroe

1st
Sascha Monroe was a Noir Angel the Mediterranean Coast of Spain, she rode a 3 wheel, low rider Harley, her hair was Long, Noir and Curly, and she wore it in a full mane,
Dressed in tight, all Noir leather, across her she wore her name "Sascha" and the letters flowed up and down as her hips moved about and as the wind blew through her full mane,
Her 6 stiletto boots made for a perfect complement to her frame, and I couldn't help but notice it the day she stepped to me and asked me my name,
I was at the corner Taqueria ordering a midday snack, when Sascha pulled up, parked her Harley, and laid down her mack,
She spoke perfect English, despite her of her native Spain, and she was truly a Spanish woman, for she showed no shame, when she asked me my name,
2nd
"Hello Javier," she said as she took the toothpick from her lips, I said, "I'm sorry miss but my name is not Javier" then she at me and put her hands on her hips,
"Then what is your name?" she said as she her order with the waiter to go, I said, "Tadaram Maradas" she said, my name is, "Sascha Monroe."
I was quick with my first compliment, it was her stilettos that said she had good taste, so I looked in her eyes and said to her, "you are a lovely sight to behold," and the waiter complimented me on my taste,
Then Sascha looked right through me and said, "a good thing only comes around once, and today I only want to live for the moment, tell me more and I might let you check in on it,"
So I leaned closer and whispered some things in her ear really quick, Sascha smiled and said, "I'm sorry Tadaram, but I take a lick without a stick."
3rd (Excluded)