Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What magic
Has turned a into mush
Mandibles from shock
An old lady at altitude
hush

She off her white shoes
And her tenor pacifier
From its
half steps to the microphone
Smile on her
in her hand
Oh how a can melt
When they've been
a deliciously delicate blow
By a fairy
Not with a clang but a
Totally stealing the

Fools desire
And not to heart
Their faces to their gadgets fall
the beauty of a fog on a hill
And a with a mouse in its mouth
A motley mob down
And there's hardly a
As the air in the temple to mist
A spotlight, a mark and a cleanse of the
And her microphone is kissed
You can hear a boot
And a speck of taste
As the babe bravely stared the herd

But she played not a
And only one spoke
simple and poignant five words
You people are absurd