Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What magic
Has turned a multitude into
drop from shock
An old lady at high
Whispering

She off her white shoes
And grabs her pacifier
From its
Thirty half to the microphone
Smile on her
in her hand
Oh how a can melt
When been dealt
Such a delicate blow
By a fairy
Not with a clang but a
Totally stealing the

Fools distraction
And not take to
Their to their gadgets fall south
Ignoring the of a fog on a hill
And a kitten with a in its mouth
A mob settles down
And hardly a frown
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 dust
As the babe bravely stared down the

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