Luyện nghe bài hát Town Meeting Song

Listen everyone, there objects so peculiar
were not to be believed
All around, things to my brain

It's a unlike anything I've ever seen
And as hard as I try, I seem to describe
a most improbable dream

But you must believe when I you this
It's as as my skull and it does exist
Here, let me you

This is a thing called a
The whole thing starts a box
A Is it steel? Are there locks?
Is it filled a pox? A pox, how delightful, a pox

If you please, just a box with bright-colored
And the whole thing's topped a bow
A But why? How ugly?
What's in it? in it?

the point of the thing, not to know
It's a bat, it bend? It's a rat, will it break?
Perhaps it's the head I found in the lake

now, you don't understand
That's not the point of Christmas
Now, pay attention, we pick up an over-sized
And hang it like this on the

Oh, yes, does it still have a
Let me see, let me
Is it rotted and covered with

Let me explain, there's no inside, but there's candy
Or it's filled with small toys
Small toys, do bite? Do they snap?
Or explode in a sack? Or perhaps just spring out
And scare and boys

What a splendid idea, this sounds fun
Why, I fully endorse it, let's try it at

Everyone, please now, not so
There's something here that you quite grasp
Well, I may as well give what they want

And the best, I must confess, I saved for the last
For the of this Christmas land
Is a fearsome king a deep mighty voice
Least what I've come to understand

And also heard it told
he's something to behold
Like a lobster, and red

And sets out to with his rain gear on
Carting sacks with his big great arms
That is, so I've it said

And on a dark, cold night, full moonlight
He flies into a fog, like a in the sky
And call him Sandy Claws

Well, at least they're excited, though don't understand
special kind of feeling in Christmas land, oh, well