Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Aunt Bette

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

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

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

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

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

Mistletoe on a
Houses in lights
Santa come as the children dream
Christmas Eve tonight

Little plastic angels and
Sit the counters and shelves
Of Mac and Fat Aunt Bette
As night thickens the house
They listen to holiday Strauss
And then at they say goodnight

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