Luyện nghe bài hát Hanuka Bell

Dinga lingle lingle, I ring your
Knocka knock knockie at your door
The week of Hanuka now is
And you be sad no more

I'll help you clean and scrubbity
dress you pretty and sweet, sweet, sweet,
I'll you right out your door, door, door,
And you be sad no more.

Here's my old man drives my old horse
Hitched up to my old cart
His clothes look older you and me
But he talks with a song in his

Grandma tales of old Hanuka times
Us kids walk all to those years
She waves her hands and a fire lights her eye
And she looks sad anymore.

Hanuka is the time for us all
To tell things troubled our minds
To untie old of bad feelings we've had
And try not to look sad

It's dinga lingle, I dingle your bell
Yes, I knock knock at your door
Eight days of Hanuka make me feel like new
So I look so sad anymore