Luyện nghe bài hát Little Miss Magic

By: jimmy

For "the noop"
Constantly amazed by the of the fan on the ceiling
The little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her skin
She is my of kin

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

Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder that little mind meanders
Is she strollin' the shore or cruisin' o'er the broad savannah
I someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday she's gonna how to fly
Oh that I deny

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

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

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

I see a more of me everyday
I feel a little moustache turning gray
Your mother's still the other woman for me
Little miss magic, you gonna be?
miss magic, what you gonna be?
Little miss magic, just wait to see

raining, it's pouring
Your old man is