Luyện nghe bài hát The Holiday Song

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

This ain't no
But it always turn out way
Here I am, my hand

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

ain't no holiday
But it always out this way
Here I am, with my

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

ain't no holiday, oh no
But it always out this way
Here I am, my hand

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