Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What magic
Has turned a multitude into
Mandibles drop shock
An old at high altitude
Whispering

She slips off her 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
Such a deliciously blow
By a barefooted
Not with a but a whisper
stealing the show

Fools desire
And not to heart
Their faces to their gadgets south
Ignoring the beauty of a fog on a
And a kitten a mouse in its mouth
A motley mob settles
And there's a frown
As the air in the temple turns to
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 bravely down the herd

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