Luyện nghe bài hát Mickey - The Mumbling Midget

Mickey the mumbling
was ten old today
Mickey the midget
somehow ran
Mickey the mumbling
was not in his
the mumbling midget
soon would need a
Lassie at something shapeless lying on the lawn
at some scabby sores and stretching as it

It seemed to be as it looked up at the moon
She sensed the tension in the air and a sweet
baboon.
Pungent was the aroma drifting in the air
She hoped he would smell her heat and her
hair.
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