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 you're a little boy
Your will be granted
(Thank you, Santa)

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

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

And a to "Surfer" magazine)
"Surfer"

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

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

I'm gonna be out shootin' the
And when I fall and 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 real 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 have all those 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, little boy (Oh, Santa)
Oh, go home (Please, I gotta be a real surfer)
Merry Christmas! Oh, go (Oh, golly Santa)