Luyện nghe bài hát Scrooge

Paul
When a cold wind it chills you
you to the bone
But there's nothing in that
your heart

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

The most and cursed
Is the one that we Scrooge (yeah)
as any
And the of many

is Ebenezer Scrooge
Oh, there Mr. Humbug
There Mr. Grim
If they a prize for bein' mean

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

There Mr. Skinflint
There goes Mr.
The undisputed of
The underhanded

He charges folks a
For his dark and drafty
Us poor live in misery
It's worse for mouses

He must be so
He be so sad
He to extremes
To us he's bad

He's really a of fear and of fright
Look and there must be
a sweet man
Naaaah!

goes Mr. Outrage
There goes Mr.
He has no for friends or fun
His anger makes that

Don't ask him for a
'Cause his increases
No of bread for those in need
No cheeses for us

There Mr. Heartless
There goes Mr.
He gives
He only

Yes that's his rule
If mean's a way of life
you and rehearse,
then all that is paying off

'Cause is getting worse
day
In way
is getting worse