Luyện nghe bài hát Scrooge

Paul
When a cold wind blows it you
Chills you to the
But nothing in nature that
your heart

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

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

This is Scrooge
Oh, there Mr. Humbug
goes Mr. Grim
If they gave a prize for mean

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

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

He folks a fortune
For his dark and houses
Us poor folk in misery
It's even for mouses

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause Scrooge is worse
day
In way
Scrooge is getting