Luyện nghe bài hát Pavanne

Written by Richard and Linda
Pub. By Music, Inc. (BMI)
from the Songs For Survivors

Pavanne, Cold woman, Pavanne.
How do you love a
With eyes as cold as the of her gun,
never missed her mark on anyone,
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne.

Casino doors swing open, rich men raise their they say "Who is this beauty"
As as ice, and later there's an accident, another charges d'affaires
Is lying in a of blood no witness anywhere.

And they say she was a miles away.
The hotel saw her climb the stairs.
And the with trembling hands knows what to say.
the judge says, "Are you sure?" "I'm sure," she swears.

Pavanne, Cold woman, Pavanne.
How do you a woman?
With as cold as the barrel of her gun,
Who's never her mark on anyone,
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne.

At the presidential a thousand people saw
His excellency leave his car and never the door.
The blood through his fingers as he clutches at the stain
And staggers like a drunken man lies in the rain.

And they say she grew up well for.
Her mother to keep her boys for sure.
And her father's close led to talk.
She to stab her food with a silver fork.

Pavanne, Cold woman, Pavanne.

And say she didn't do it for the money.
And they say she do it for a man.
say she did it for the pleasure.
The of the moment.

Pavanne, steel woman, Pavanne.
How do you stop this
When everyone is through a trance.
Like prisoners of some courtly dance.
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne.