Luyện nghe bài hát Crabs for Christmas

In a store north of Houston,
Sat a Santa Claus on Eve.
In a he knows,
The front door close,
And this tired, old Santa can up and leave.

But big fella came out of nowhere,
And he sat down on Santa's knee.
Well, whole place stopped dead
As the big said,
"Dear Santa, I you listening to me."

And he said...

"Oh, I want for Christmas.
Oh, crabs will do.
Oh, and crabs for Christmas,
My Christmas come true."

Well that Santa, he perspiring,
And he looked he might be in pain.
And his face got all
As he the man if
He would take a moment and kindly explain.

Well, the man said, "You know, I'm Maryland,
And crabs is what I'm itching for.
you know, Santa Dear,
With steamed and a beer,
It would be like a back to old Baltimore."

Baltimore...

"Oh, I want for Christmas.
Oh, only crabs do.
Oh, and crabs for Christmas,
My wish'll come true."

'Round that came two big policemen,
And saw the man on Santa's lap.
Well, they for his throat
And his league coat,
And they picked him up, losing his cap.

Santa cried, "Put him right this instant.
Now, my boy, you want's not so odd.
But there's no 'til May,
So hop in my sleigh,
And fly to New England where I'll get you scrod."

"No not scrod!...

"Oh, I want for Christmas.
Oh, only crabs do.
Oh, and with for Christmas,
My Christmas come true.

"O-o-o-oh, I want for Christmas.
Oh, only will do.
Oh, and crabs for Christmas,
My Christmas
My Christmas
My wish'll

"What's that?"
"Oh, hon, don't you know? That's my whistle!

"My wish'll come true!"