Luyện nghe bài hát Crabs for Christmas

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

But this big came out of nowhere,
And he sat right down on knee.
Well, that whole stopped dead
As the big said,
"Dear Santa, I 'preciate you to me."

And he said...

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

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

Well, the man said, "You know, I'm Maryland,
And crabs is what I'm itching for.
Don't you know, Dear,
With steamed and a beer,
It would be a trip back to old Baltimore."

Baltimore...

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

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

Santa cried, "Put him down right instant.
Now, my boy, what you not so odd.
But no crabs '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 crabs for Christmas,
My wish'll come true.

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

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

"My Christmas come true!"