Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What magic
Has turned a multitude mush
Mandibles drop from
An old at high altitude
hush

She slips off her shoes
And her tenor pacifier
its stand
Thirty steps to the microphone
Smile on her
Flower in her
Oh how a crowd can
they've been dealt
Such a deliciously blow
By a barefooted
Not a clang but a whisper
Totally stealing the

Fools distraction
And not take to
Their faces to gadgets fall south
the beauty of a fog on a hill
And a kitten a mouse in its mouth
A motley mob down
And there's a frown
As the air in the turns to mist
A spotlight, a mark and a cleanse of the
And her microphone gently is
You can hear a boot
And a of dust taste
As the babe stared down the herd

But she not a note
And one moment spoke
simple and poignant five words
You people are totally