Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Aunt Bette

Fat Aunt Bette her hair in a net
She's baking pies as her set
And Uncle Mac his plumber's crack
Is bending over his sack
Putting in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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