Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Aunt Bette

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

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

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

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

Grandma Timms is hymns
Forgetting the as her memory dims
And then she to grandpa, "Darling, Dear?"
But he answer 'cause he doesn't hear
Though she is up

on a moonbeam
Houses draped in
Santa will come as the children
It's Eve tonight

plastic angels and elves
Sit the counters and shelves
Of Uncle Mac and Fat Bette
As night over the house
They listen to some holiday
And then at last they say

Shadow of on the white snow
Sky of charcoal
The icicles and the fires glow
It's Christmas day
almost Christmas day
It's Christmas day
It's Christmas day