Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What magic
Has turned a into mush
Mandibles drop from
An old at high altitude
Whispering

She slips off her shoes
And her tenor pacifier
From its
Thirty steps to the microphone
Smile on her
in her hand
Oh how a crowd can
they've been dealt
Such a deliciously delicate
By a fairy
Not a clang but a whisper
Totally stealing the

Fools distraction
And not take to
Their faces to their gadgets fall
Ignoring the of a fog on a hill
And a kitten with a in its mouth
A mob settles down
And there's 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 a boot lace
And a of dust taste
As the babe stared down the herd

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