Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Santa Claus

Quite often I get to how as kids we got by
Like at Christmas time at our house we even afford a fire

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

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

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

Hey Santa Claus you cunt, me fuckin' bike?
I've unwrapped all this other junk and there's that I like
I wrote you a letter and I come to see you twice
You worn out fart, you forgot me fuckin' bike

If I'd a' wanted a pair of bloody thongs, I have bloody asked
And this cowboy 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 me who's snakey, me sister's dirty too

Hey Santa Clause you cunt, where's me pram?
You promised me bring 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 me fucking pram

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

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

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

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