Luyện nghe bài hát Little Miss Magic

By: jimmy

For "the noop"
Constantly amazed by the of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town the top down
that warm breeze on her gentle skin
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 magic, what you gonna be?

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

I catch a little more comin' my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to astray
Your still the only other woman for me
Little magic, what you gonna be?

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

Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the
Those clever little looks she gives just can't but be appealing
I know she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
One day gonna learn how to fly
I won't deny

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

It's raining, it's
old man is snoring