Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Unfortunate Souls

The only way to get what you is to become a human yourself.

Can you do

My dear, sweet child. That's what I do. what I live for.
To unfortunate merfolk like yourself.
Poor with no one else to turn to.
I admit in the past I've been a nasty
They kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you'll that nowadays
mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light, and a switch
Yes
And I fortunately know a magic
a talent that I always have possessed
And lately, please don't laugh
I use it on
Of the miserable, lonely, and pathetic

Poor souls
In pain, in
one longing to be thinner
That one to get the girl
And do I help
Yes,
poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so
They come to my cauldron
Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!"
And I them!
Yes I do

Now it's happened once or
Someone couldn't pay the
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em the coals
Yes had the odd complaint
But on the I've been a saint
To poor unfortunate souls
Have we got a

If I become human, never be with my father or sisters again.

But you'll have your man, heh heh. Life's of tough choices, isn't it? Heh heh.
Oh, and there is one thing.
We haven't the subject of payment.

But I don't

I'm not asking much, just a really, a trifle!
What I want from you is - voice.

But my voice, how can I-

You'll your looks, your pretty face.
And don't underestimate the of body language, ha!
The men up there don't a lot of blabber
They think a girl who is a bore!
Yes on it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is prattle for?
Come on, they're not all that with conversation
True gentlemen it when they can
But they and swoon and fawn
On a lady withdrawn
It's she who holds her tongue who a man
on you poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead!
Make your !

I'm a very woman and I haven't got all day
It cost much
Just voice!
You poor soul
sad but true
If you want to cross the bridge, my
got the pay the toll
Take a gulp and a breath
And go and sign the scroll
Flotsam, Jetsam, now got her, boys
The is on a roll
This poor unfortunate

Beluga
Come of the Caspian Sea
glaucitis
Et max
La to me

Now, sing!

Aah...

singing!