Luyện nghe bài hát Santa and the Sidewalk Surfer

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

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

Is all?
(Gee, no it isn't,
If I'm gonna be a real live genuine surfer
I, I gotta have a torn sweat shirt
And, and a pair of cut-off blue
And some 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 genuine sidewalk surfer
I gotta be one of the
And, and I gotta a whole bunch of surfboard decals
And copies 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 sidewalk

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