Luyện nghe bài hát Town Meeting Song

Listen there were so peculiar
They were not to be
All around things to my brain, my brain

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

But you believe when I tell you this
as real as my skull and it does exist
Here let me you

This thing is called a
And the thing starts with a box
A box? Is it steel? Are locks?
Is it filled with a A pox, how delightful, a pox

If you please just a box with bright paper
And the whole thing's topped a bow
Bow? But why? How ugly, what's in it? What's in it?
That's the of the thing, not to know

a bat, will it bend?
It's a rat, it break?
Perhaps it's the head I found in the lake

Listen now you 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 have a foot? Let me see, let me look
Is it and covered with gook?
Hmm, let me there's no foot inside, but there's candy
Or sometimes it's filled with small

Small toys, do they bite? Do snap or explode in a sack
Or perhaps they just out and scare girls and boys?
What a splendid idea, this sounds fun
Why I fully endorse it, try it at once

Everyone not so fast
There's here that you don't quite grasp
Well, I may as well give what they want
And the best, I confess, I have saved for the last

For the ruler of this Christmas
Is a fearsome king a deep mighty voice
At least what I've come to understand

And I've also it told that he's something to behold
Like a lobster, and red
And sets out to slay his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks his big great arms

And on a dark night under full moonlight
He flies a fog like a vulture in the sky
And they call him Sandy

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