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 will be granted
(Thank you, Santa)

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

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

And a to "Surfer" magazine)
"Surfer"

Well, little boy, I that's all you want for Christmas
(As a matter of fact, no, Santy, it
See, if I'm gonna be a real sidewalk surfer
I gotta be one of the
And, and I gotta have a bunch of surfboard decals
And fifteen of "Miserlou"
And, and a surfer
And a big box of band-aids)

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

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