Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Buttered Rum

When chimney smoke hangs and low
across the stubbled fields of
And angry skies down and seize
the sorry blackened of trees
In the dead of winter when the silent come
my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum

When Christmas decorations
the streets and filling stations
And dime store Santas disguise
their hands and empty eyes
In the dead of when the tinsel angels come
You're my sweet sugar, honey, hot buttered rum

gloves and boots and woolen parkas
bring cold comfort to the
and bitter memories the tongue
and of love are left unsung
In the of winter when the cold feelings come
my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum