Luyện nghe bài hát Esther (alternate Version)

It was late one night at a fairground near town
When first saw the Armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her
With a bucket that in his hand

His grin stretched the of his pasty white cheeks
And his lips hurled a dollop of on the curb
And the lights from the showed a mischievous sparkle
That in his hollow eyed stare

He said, "Little girl, you can chop off my
And then off my socks if you want to
But I'd rather you this old puppet from me
That I hold in my as we speak"

And he stood looking at the innocent girl
And she stared at the bewildered
he lifted the doll for the young girl to see
And a giant smile on his face

She saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't
And she thanked the man and ran to the church
And she through the door with puppet held high
And a hush filled the chapel and the looked mean

Esther in vain to pacify the mob
Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to
The congregation struggled desperately to fetch
The pretty puppet snugly deep in Esther's leather sack

Through the of the church, a storm began to rage
And Esther knew the time had to flee
She scurried down the toward the doorway in the distance
And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be

But the wind was blowing
And her skirt began to billow, finally her feet began to lift
And she rose above the houses and the people and the
And Esther and the were set adrift

higher over the hills
And the valleys and treetops flutter and glide
Soaring and suspended on air
With the earth far below them tumble
And dive through the

And she began to plummet
Till she landed in the nasty of town
She about the village sure to find the evil men
Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of

Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the puppet on her
Feeling quite Esther hid behind
A nearby pile of lumber, where she till the dawn
'Cause it would have a blunder
To to a hoodlum on the prowl

When the morning came, she wandered the streets
Along the lake that lay beside the town
At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she a sound
It was an angry mob of joggers up to knock her down

As Esther stood and shook her the joggers were approaching
And she knew she had no choice but to swim
As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her
She tried to slide the heavy from her skin

Naked now she made her way toward the
When suddenly she a tiny tugging at her toe
And the puppet she'd forgotten wrapped its
Little arms her ankle and wouldn't let her go

The waves seemed to and swallow her whole
As the doll pulled her through the eerie green deep
And the sound of the laughing old man her ears
As she drifted away to a and motionless sleep