Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Of The Masquerade Ball

She lays her out on the table, she always gets
What going for and a whole lot more
Got the movers and the shakers, quaking
Their mohair shoes, after all, there's nothing to

Cracking that whip, her own decisions
Taking no lip, with no conditions

There's only one that she's missing
She never tells anybody, she's it more
And each night and though she cries when she's alone
By the morning, she's to go, she's got the light

Cracking that whip, her own decisions
Taking no lip, with no conditions

Everything's fine, just as as they do it her way
with style, she's got it all
Hail to the queen of the ball

And she cries when she's alone
By the morning she's to go, she's got the light

Cracking that whip, making her own
no lip, living with no conditions

Everything's fine, just as long as do it her way
with style, she's got it all
Hail to the of the masquerade ball