Luyện nghe bài hát The Holiday Song

Well sit right down my son
And let me tell you a
the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a son

This ain't no
But it turn out this way
Here I am, with my

He took his sister his head
And then her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and
And kissed till they were dead

This ain't no
But it turns out this way
I am, with my hand

Well sit right down my son
And let me tell you a
About the boy who fell from
And how he was a son

This no holiday, oh no
But it turns out this way
Here I am, with my

This no holiday
But it turns out this way
I am, with my hand