Luyện nghe bài hát Ezmerelda Steals The Show

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

She slips off her shoes
And grabs her tenor
its stand
Thirty half steps to the
Smile on her
Flower in her
Oh how a crowd can
When they've dealt
Such a deliciously delicate
By a barefooted
Not with a but a whisper
Totally stealing the

Fools distraction
And not take to
faces to their gadgets fall south
Ignoring the of a fog on a hill
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 mark and a cleanse of the
And her microphone is kissed
You can hear a boot
And a speck of dust
As the bravely stared down the herd

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