Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What melancholy
Has turned a into mush
Mandibles drop from
An old lady at altitude
Whispering

She off her white shoes
And grabs her tenor
its stand
Thirty half to the microphone
on her face
Flower in her
Oh how a can melt
they've been dealt
Such a delicate blow
By a fairy
Not with a but a whisper
stealing the show

Fools desire
And not to heart
Their to their gadgets fall south
Ignoring the beauty of a fog on a
And a kitten with a in its mouth
A motley mob down
And there's a frown
As the air in the temple turns to
A spotlight, a and a cleanse of the throat
And her microphone gently is
You can a boot lace
And a speck of taste
As the babe bravely down the herd

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