Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What melancholy
Has a multitude into mush
drop from shock
An old at high altitude
hush

She slips off her shoes
And her tenor pacifier
its stand
Thirty half to the microphone
Smile on her
Flower in her
Oh how a can melt
When they've dealt
Such a deliciously blow
By a fairy
Not a clang but a whisper
Totally stealing the

Fools distraction
And not to heart
Their faces to their fall south
Ignoring the beauty of a fog on a
And a with a mouse in its mouth
A motley mob down
And there's a frown
As the air in the turns 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 not a note
And only one moment
These simple and poignant five
You people are totally