Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Woman

Christmas is the of year
When the patrons and the
and commandeer
Christian, put away fuss
the tipping of the handlers
As the pagans

I know for a
We were to assemble
a man believes
I for a time I let
To believe that human
prevail instead

Woman, have you your kind?
are snakeskin stealers
Seething in the
Christian in the house
You the incarnation
With the turned out

Have you the Christ the king
nurseries in snakeskin
In the armored
Christian, put away woes
Welcome grief and and anguish
the happiest host

Oh, I was thinking by
I was
Every by the river
When it froze night

And in the fullness of the
I felt the baby kick me
She was grabbing happy, life

I lived it out to be a
I was channeling Ages
I was captured by the rite

The that passeth comprehending
She was tending beside me
She was captured in the of men

And then it kissed me on my
All the of motion
Resting rightly, right of me