Luyện nghe bài hát Scrooge

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

Like years of alone
It paints you indifference
Like a lady paints rouge
And the worst of the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause Scrooge is worse
day
In way
is getting worse