Luyện nghe bài hát Child's Christmas in Wales

With mistletoe and green
To we go
Ten murdered bled on board ship
Lend comedy to

The cattle bold uprightly
down the door
To saddle and meeting place
We no place to go

Then wearily the footsteps
The crowds
Too late but wait, the legged bait
uselessly around

Sebastopol
The prayers of all
down the flags of ownership
The are falling down

A belt to
too, perimeters of nails
Perceived the mamma's touch
Good neighbors we all