Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What magic
Has turned a into mush
drop from shock
An old at high altitude
hush

She slips off her shoes
And grabs her tenor
From its
half steps to the microphone
Smile on her
Flower in her
Oh how a crowd can
When they've dealt
Such a deliciously delicate
By a fairy
Not with a clang but a
Totally the show

Fools desire
And not take to
Their faces to their fall south
Ignoring the of a fog on a hill
And a with a mouse in its mouth
A motley mob down
And hardly a frown
As the air in the temple to mist
A spotlight, a and a cleanse of the throat
And her microphone gently is
You can hear a lace
And a speck of dust
As the babe bravely down the herd

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