Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Santa Claus

Quite I get to thinking how as kids we got by
Like at Christmas time at our house we couldn't afford a fire

But we made do with what we had back then I was young
Dad used to suck a peppermint and we'd all sit his tongue

We couldn't afford no tinsel for our Christmas tree
So we'd just wheel old Granddad in and make the old cunt
(ahh-CHOO... him round the other side nanna)

But things changed bloody quick, I've got kids now of me own
And I heard 'em unwrap their pressies, last when I got home

Hey Santa you cunt, where's me fuckin' bike?
I've all this other junk and there's nothing that I like
I wrote you a fuckin' letter and I to see you twice
You worn out fart, you forgot me fuckin' bike

If I'd a' wanted a of bloody thongs, I would have bloody asked
And cowboy suit and ping pong set you can shove right up your arse
You've stuffed me bloody order up, it's enough to make you
But it's not just me snakey, me sister's dirty too

Hey Santa you cunt, where's me fuckin' pram?
You promised me you'd me one, you remember who I am
Cause I'm the little girl what you made sit on your hand
I'll give you fuckin' ho ho ho, you forgot me fucking

time I come to see ya I'm gonna punch you in the guts
And let your fuckin' reindeer go and kick Rudolf in the nuts
You just wait til year, when you get back to that store
And me and me little sister come through the door

And we'll say, yeah you for it:
Hey mum's and you smell his breath and check his bloodshot eyes
And don't to him boys and girls cause he tells fucking lies
just a piss tank and a pervert, and he's not even very bright
Cause the old fuckin' wanker forgot me fuckin'

Hey Santa Claus you cunt, me fuckin' bike?
I've unwrapped all this other junk and nothing that I like
I you a fuckin' letter and I come to see you twice
You worn out fart, you forgot me fuckin' bike

Fuckin' dob you in you old
Tell me old man on you, he'll punch your fuckin' out
I saw mummy sucking Santa