Luyện nghe bài hát Santa and the Sidewalk Surfer

Ho, ho, ho!
And what do you want for Christmas, little
(Gee, Santa, I a bicycle)
Well, if a good little boy
Your wish be granted
(Thank you, Santa)

And what do you want for Christmas, little
(Santa, I want to be a real live surfer
And I a genuine Wiamea bun-bustin' skateboard
And, and a of peroxide
And, and a hundred and fourteen Freddie and the Snowmen surfin'
And a Fender electric twangy guitar)

Is that
(Gee, no it isn't,
If I'm gonna be a real live sidewalk surfer
I, I have a torn white sweat shirt
And, and a pair of cut-off blue
And guarache sandals

And a to "Surfer" magazine)
"Surfer"

Well, little boy, I hope all you want for Christmas
(As a of fact, no, Santy, it isn't
See, if I'm be a real genuine sidewalk surfer
I be one of the boys
And, and I gotta have a whole bunch of surfboard
And copies of "Miserlou"
And, and a dictionary
And a big box of band-aids)

Why would you want band-aids for
(Well, Santa, if I'm a sidewalk

I'm gonna be out shootin' the
And I fall and bust my buns
I gotta fix up)

Oh, ho, ho, ho!
Oh, ho, ho, ho! (Oh, please, Santa, please)
Oh, Merry Christmas, little boy! (I be a real sidewalk surfer)
Christmas! (Oh, please, Santa)
Oh, ho, ho, ho! (Please, I have all those things, Santa)
Oh, ho, ho, ho! (I gotta, Santa, I'll hit you in the mouth if I can't have all things, please Santa)
Oh, ho, ho, ho! (I gotta be a sidewalk surfer)
Oh, Merry Christmas, boy (Shootin' the curb and bust your buns)
Go home, boy (Oh, please Santa)
Oh, go home (Please, I be a real sidewalk surfer)
Merry Christmas! Oh, go home (Oh, Santa)