Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

What melancholy
Has turned a multitude mush
Mandibles drop shock
An old lady at high
hush

She off her white shoes
And her tenor pacifier
its stand
Thirty steps to the microphone
Smile on her
Flower in her
Oh how a crowd can
When they've been
Such a deliciously blow
By a barefooted
Not with a clang but a
Totally the show

desire distraction
And not to heart
faces to their gadgets fall south
Ignoring the beauty of a fog on a
And a kitten a mouse in its mouth
A mob settles 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 spoke
These simple and poignant five
You people are absurd