Luyện nghe bài hát Town Meeting Song

Listen there were so peculiar
were not to be believed
All things to tantalize my brain, my brain

It's a world anything I've ever seen
And as as I try, I can't seem to describe
Like a most improbable dream, dream

But you must believe when I tell you
It's as as my skull and it does exist
let me show you

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

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

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

Listen now you don't
not the point of Christmas land
Now pay we pick up an over sized sock
And hang it like on the wall

Oh, yes, it still have a foot? Let me see, let me look
Is it rotted and with gook?
Hmm, let me explain there's no foot inside, but candy
Or it's filled with small toys

Small toys, do they bite? Do they snap or explode in a
Or perhaps they just spring out and scare and boys?
What a idea, this Christmas sounds fun
Why I fully it, let's try it at once

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

For the of this Christmas land
Is a king with a deep mighty voice
At least that's what 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 with his rain on
Carting sacks with his big great arms

And on a dark cold under full moonlight
He flies into a fog a vulture in the sky
And call him Sandy Claws

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