Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What magic
Has turned a multitude into
Mandibles drop from
An old lady at altitude
hush

She off her white shoes
And grabs her pacifier
its stand
Thirty half to the microphone
on her face
Flower in her
Oh how a crowd can
they've been dealt
Such a delicate blow
By a barefooted
Not a clang but a whisper
Totally stealing the

desire distraction
And not to heart
Their to their gadgets fall south
Ignoring the of a fog on a hill
And a with a mouse in its mouth
A motley mob settles
And there's hardly a
As the air in the temple turns to
A spotlight, a mark and a of the throat
And her microphone is kissed
You can a boot lace
And a speck of taste
As the babe bravely stared down the

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