Luyện nghe bài hát Town Meeting Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

Listen now you understand
not the point of Christmas land
Now pay attention we up an over sized sock
And it like this on the wall

Oh, yes, it still 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 it's filled with small toys

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

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

For the ruler of Christmas land
Is a fearsome king with a deep mighty
At that's what I've come to understand

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

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

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