Luyện nghe bài hát StStephen's Day Murders

I knew of two whose name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn of course, the one was named Eve
I if they grew up hating the season
Of the good will that lasts till the 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 you neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces they explode

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

Uncle is a heart-breaking air
While the in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he's to baptize

His gin-flavoured whispers and of sherry
His best shirt flung out over the shop
While the lights the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold chop

[Alternate
And the carcass of the beast left from the feast
May still be found in the kitchen
And there's life in it yet we may live to
When the ones that we poisoned stop

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