Luyện nghe bài hát StStephen's Day Murders

I knew of two sisters whose it was Christmas
And one was Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
I wonder if grew up hating the season
Of the will that lasts till the Feast of St. Stephen

For is the time to eat, drink and be merry
'Til the beer is all and the whiskey is flowed
And the whole family tree you to bury
Are feeding faces until they explode

There'll be laughter and tears over Tia
Mixed up with drink made from girders
And it's all we've got as you draw your last breath
And it's for the kids as you've finally got rid of them
In the St Stephen's Day

Uncle is garglin' a air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to criticize
The big kipper tie he's about to baptize

His gin-flavoured whispers and kisses of
His best crimble shirt flung out over the
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the
His face in like an old cold pork chop

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And the of the beast left over from the feast
May still be haunt in the kitchen
And there's life in it yet we may live to
When the ones we poisoned stop twitchin'

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