Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Do With Me Part 2

[SANDWICHBOARD
a chilly evening!
all aglow!

Don't it feel it might snow!

[KIDS, GIRL & BLIND OLD HAG]:
Eve!

[BLIND OLD
Such a season!

MAN]:
Don't 'cha it so!

Christmas, Dearie!

[KIDS, GIRL & 3 GHOSTS]:
it feel like it might snow!

(Opt. Unison)
[1/2 1]:
What a chilly evening! London's all aglow! Merry Christmas, Dearie! Don't it feel like it snow!
[1/2 2]:
Chilly evenin'! All aglow! 'Cause it's Christmas! And it snow!

(CUT TO THE CRATCHITS)

I don't need a fortune in a shoe.
Many men have fortunes but they have you.
When I look at you I'm richer a king.
Yes, you more to me than anything.
(WALKING TO THE TOWN)
We buy some apples.

[TINY
Mum 'll them so!
Father, look! The theatre!

When rich, we'll go!

& TINY TIM]:
All the joy's of bundled up with string,

TIM]:
but you mean to me,

you more to me,

yes you mean more to me anything.

[TINY
I need a feast, Dad,
all I'd get is fat.
I don't a turkey.
How'd I eat all
I shall be no matter what you bring...
You more to me...

You mean to me...

You mean to me than anything!

Come to dinner.
We're you.
Be with fam'ly Uncle, just once.
You'd it, Uncle.
We'd it, too.
meet Sally, Uncle, just this once.

People wives,
little lives,
cozier mice!
for love!
Push will to shove!
be thinking twice!
me to dine,
breaking wine,
no advice!
Well, you can have Christmas, and as well,
and to hell your trees and your rice!
I not fill my plate,
or celebrate
with a and his family.
Let love see you through, but have nothing to do with me!

CHILD]:
Hear the bells all over town.
How they ring.
See the aglow in...
(Scrooge is aggravated and get's kicked. escapes)

MAN]:
Hay, you forgotten how to smile, Sir?
and buy a ticket to the show.
Life'll pass you by in a while, Sir,
and it may be later you know!

Would you help us reach the light, Sir?
Otherwise I'm to get the sack!
Oughta take the time for right, Sir!
You'll be sorry, Sir, you look back!

[BLIND OLD
Spare a coin for someone who is blind,
None so blind as those who not see!
Go your way and never mind, Sir!
Come the future, remember me!

SMYTHE]:
Let the stars in the sky us of man's compassion.
Let us 'till we die and god bless us everyone.

Such a season!
Don't 'cha it so?
this Christmas cheery,
Christmas, Dearie!

Damn this season!
Damn all kind!
Makes you lose reason!
Makes you lose mind!
Next you know, I'll be dancing in snow,
throwing coins to the poor & the & the blind!
Well, I wish the whole world would just let me be!
Let the be damned!
It has to do with me!