Sir Tom Jones takes the stage on The Voice, and with the opening notes of Sexbomb, the atmosphere ignites like a spark meeting gasoline. The audience knows they’re in for something special, and as soon as that unmistakable voice fills the air—deep, rich, and charged with raw energy—every head turns, every pulse quickens.

From the very first line, Tom owns the moment. His legendary presence commands the room, a master of the stage who has spent decades perfecting the art of captivating an audience. His voice, still as powerful and thrilling as ever, weaves through the lyrics with a playful charm that sends a ripple of excitement through the crowd.

When he reaches the chorus, the room erupts. Fans are on their feet, clapping, dancing, completely lost in the moment. The judges, whether seated or standing, can’t help but move along—because when Tom Jones sings Sexbomb, resistance is futile. Every note drips with charisma, every phrase is delivered with that signature wink and knowing grin that has made him an icon for generations.

But it’s more than just a song—it’s a performance, a masterclass in showmanship. The way he prowls the stage, effortlessly engaging with the crowd, the way his voice soars with unmatched confidence, the way he makes each word feel fresh and alive, as if he’s singing it for the very first time—it’s pure magic.

By the time he hits the final, drawn-out you can give it to me when I need to come along, the audience is in a frenzy. The applause is deafening, the energy is electric, and there’s no doubt—Tom Jones just proved once again why he’s not just a legend, but a force of nature