Luyện nghe bài hát Town Meeting Song

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

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

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

This is called a present
And the thing 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 just a box bright colored paper
And the whole thing's topped a bow
Bow? Bow? But why? How ugly, in it? What's in it?
the point of the thing, not to know

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

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

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

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

Everyone please not so
There's here 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 of this Christmas land
Is a fearsome king with a 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 sacks with his big great arms

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

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