Luyện nghe bài hát Little Miss Magic

By: buffett

For "the noop"
Constantly by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle
She is my of kin

I see a little more of me
I catch a little more moustache gray
Your mother is the only other for me
Little miss magic, you gonna be?

Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind
Is she along the shore or cruisin' o'er the broad savannah
I know someday learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday gonna learn how to fly
Oh that I won't

I catch a more dialogue comin' my way
I see those big eyes just start to lookin' astray
Your mother's the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you be?

Yes she loves to ride into town the top down
Feel that warm on her gentle skin
She is my of kin

Constantly by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
Those clever little looks she just can't help but be appealing
I know someday learn to make up her own rhymes
One day she's learn how to fly
That I deny

I see a little more of me
I feel a little more turning gray
Your still the only other woman for me
Little magic, what you gonna be?
miss magic, what you gonna be?
Little miss magic, can't wait to see

It's raining, pouring
Your old man is