Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Dinner

Mother, mother, everybody's
Mother, mother, eat

Hold horses, got a million courses
And I'm a treat

Jeremiah, go and your mother
Jay and Jonah, you too
Ezachiah, go and get your
Then Jamie and Sue

Mother, mother, everybody's
Got a reason to

'Cause you that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country
Christmas country style

Everybody's sittin' by head
We'll all say and then break bread

Put napkin on your lap
While (?) is from the tap

Oh don't that turkey look
We'll promenade it the line
Plenty off duck, well long (?) on
So (?) plant it to right

Now the (?) hello met country ham
And (?) ham
Swing to the left, and test that
And swing to the right, a muffin

Time for partner to reach across
And the cranberry sauce

Have helpin' (?) one and all
And you in the roomer (?), to the ball
Pass a rumsteak, if you please
And the pretty bag-eyed (?) beast

you all say cheese, dosey-dose
So much's turkey is about to
But you still swing to the pickle twist
your pie (?)

Oh was grand, to say the least
So honour the who cooked the beast

Mother, mother, thank you for the
All the were great

Nothin' to it, mighty to do it
Seeing how you ate

Jeremiah, go and get your
on father, let's eat (?)

I'm too of turkey and the stuffin'
I takin' chance
It's a very, very merry
Got a to smile

Mother, mother, everybody your
dinner country style
Christmas country styl