Luyện nghe bài hát Scrooge

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

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

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

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

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

There Mr. Skinflint
There Mr. Greed
The master of
The deed

He folks a fortune
For his and drafty houses
Us poor folk live in
It's worse for mouses

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

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

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

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

There goes Mr.
There goes Mr.
He never
He only

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

'Cause is getting worse
day
In way
Scrooge is getting