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 can't help but be
She loves to ride into with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her skin
She is my of kin

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

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

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

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

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

I see a little more of me
I feel a little moustache turning gray
Your mother's still the only other 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
old man is snoring