Luyện nghe bài hát Little Miss Magic

By: jimmy

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

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

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

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

Yes she loves to ride into town with the top
Feel warm 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 just help but be appealing
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own
One day she's gonna how to fly
I won't deny

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

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