Luyện nghe bài hát Esther

It was one fall night at a fairground near town
Esther first saw the Armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her
a bucket that swung in his hand

His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white
And his hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
And the lights from the rides a mischievous sparkle
That flashed in his eyed stare

He said, "Little girl, you can chop off my
And peel off my socks if you want to
But I'd you took this old puppet from me
That I in my pail as we speak"

And he stood looking down at the girl
And she stared at the bewildered
Then he lifted the doll for the young to see
And a giant grew on his face

She saw the eyes and she couldn't resist
And she thanked the man and ran to the church
And she burst through the with puppet held high
And a hush filled the chapel and the people mean

tried in vain to pacify the mob
Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to
The congregation struggled desperately to fetch
The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's sack

the window of the church, a storm began to rage
And Esther knew the had come to flee
She scurried down the toward the doorway in the distance
And out into the where she felt she would be free

But the wind was harder
And her skirt began to billow, until finally her began to lift
And she rose the houses and the people and the chimneys
And and the doll were set adrift

Floating higher over the
And the valleys and they'd flutter and glide
Soaring and suspended on air
With the far below them they'd tumble
And dive the clouds

And she to plummet earthward
Till she landed in the nasty part of
She glanced about the village sure to the evil men
Who rob and pillage in the hour of night

Nervously she fumbled for the that held the puppet on her rump
Feeling outnumbered Esther hid behind
A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited the dawn
'Cause it would have been a
To to a hoodlum on the prowl

When the morning came, she wandered the streets
Along the lake that lay beside the town
At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she a sound
It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to her down

As stood and shook her head the joggers were approaching
And she she had no choice left but to swim
As the frosty sank its bitter teeth into her hide
She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her

Naked now she made her way toward the
suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe
And the puppet forgotten wrapped its tiny
Little arms her ankle and wouldn't let her go

The waves seemed to open and her whole
As the doll her down through the eerie green deep
And the sound of the laughing old man filled her
As she drifted away to a and motionless sleep