Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Aunt Bette

Fat Bette with her hair in a net
baking pies as her curls set
And Uncle Mac his plumber's crack
Is bending over his santa's
presents in

Cousin Randy his scissors handy
And a tape dispenser and a mouthful of
He's fighting over something with his Liz
She it's hers, he says it's his
Fa la la la la

Shadow of blue on the white
Sky of charcoal
The icicles flash and the fires
It's Christmas day

Fat Bette dripping beads of sweat
Bakes another pie, and not done yet
And Uncle Mac with his terrible
Is sitting in his popping bubble pack

Grandma Timms is hymns
the words as her memory dims
And she calls to grandpa, "Darling, Dear?"
But he doesn't 'cause he doesn't hear
she is speaking up

Mistletoe on a
Houses in lights
Santa come as the children dream
It's Eve tonight

Little plastic angels and
Sit upon the counters and
Of Mac and Fat Aunt Bette
As night over the house
They listen to some Strauss
And then at last they say

Shadow of blue on the white
Sky of gray
The icicles flash and the fires
It's almost day
It's almost day
almost Christmas day
It's almost day