Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Unfortunate Souls

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

Can you do

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

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

Now it's happened once or
Someone pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to 'em 'cross the coals
Yes I've had the odd
But on the whole been a saint
To those poor souls
Have we got a

If I become human, I'll be with my father or sisters again.

But you'll have your man, heh heh. full 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 much, just a token really, a trifle!
What I want you is - your voice.

But my voice, how can I-

You'll have your looks, your face.
And don't the importance of body language, ha!
The men up there don't like a lot of
think a girl who gossips is a bore!
Yes on land it's 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 dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady withdrawn
It's she who holds her tongue who a man
Come on you unfortunate soul
Go ahead!
Make choice !

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

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

Now, sing!

Aah...

singing!