Luyện nghe bài hát Another Christmas Song

Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell, this fine morning,
Hope everyone's connected to that distance phone
Old man, he's a mountain, old man, an island
Old man, he's a says, "I'm going to call, call all my children home"

Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this morning, yeah
The of distant Africa or a Polish factory town
Old man, he's for his supper, he's calling for his whiskey
for his sons and daughters, calling, calling all his children round

Sharp are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, yeah
Mist round some headland, somewhere in your memory
Everyone is somewhere, even if you've never been there
So take a minute to remember the of you
might be the old man calling me

How wars you're fighting out there, this winters morning? Yeah
Maybe always time for another Christmas song
Old man asleep now but he's got appointments to keep now
of his sons and his daughters, yeah
Proving, proving that the is strong