Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Turkey Blues

Hey kid, why the face
Is it Santa Clause is flying right over your place
been a bad kid all year
So quit you snivellin' sucker and up them tears
You deserve a damn thing
You're not even cute and your stinks
It suck to be you
Nobody you so what can you do
You think you got kid, you think you got strife
But come each December do you fear for your
I'm your turkey so your are small
I'm stuffed on your table, I'm a butterball
I've got the christmas turkey
If you got your necked ripped out you'd have them too
I've got the christmas blues
You chase me and waste and baste me and taste me and me in gravy too
You sir, you like heck
Didn't you get Christmas bonus cheque
Or maybe your woman you
Ripped your heart right out of your and spat on it too
Is that why wreaking of gin
You look dishevelled and there's drool on your
You thought that this love would
But she Merry Christmas baby and she booted your ass
Well that's for you mister, too bad about your ordeal
How about getting in the wintertime, see how you feel
I don't get to yank no bones or me a wish
It won't be long til I'm just some on a dish
I've got the christmas turkey
If your butt was stuffed and then you'd have then too
I've got the christmas turkey
You chase me and waste and baste me and me and drown me in gravy too