Luyện nghe bài hát Scrooge

Paul
a cold wind blows it chills you
Chills you to the
But there's nothing in that
freezes your

Like of being alone
It paints you with
Like a paints with rouge
And the of the worst

The hated and cursed
Is the one we call Scrooge (yeah)
as any
And the wrath of

This is Ebenezer
Oh, goes Mr. Humbug
There goes Mr.
If they gave a prize for bein'

the winner be him
Oh, he loves his money
'Cause he thinks it him power
If he became a flavor you can bet he be sour

There goes Mr.
There Mr. Greed
The undisputed of
The deed

He charges a fortune
For his and drafty houses
Us poor folk in misery
even worse for mouses

He must be so
He be so sad
He goes to
To convince us bad

He's really a victim of and of fright
Look close and there be
a sweet man
Naaaah!

goes Mr. Outrage
There Mr. Sneer
He has no time for or fun
His makes that clear

ask him for a favor
'Cause his increases
No crust of bread for those in
No cheeses for us

goes Mr. Heartless
There Mr. Cruel
He gives
He takes

Yes his only rule
If bein' mean's a way of
you and rehearse,
then all work is paying off

'Cause is getting worse
day
In way
Scrooge is getting