Luyện nghe bài hát X-Mas on the Isthmus

It's on the Isthmus of Panama
We're this Christmas
No Santa
No wise men, no

No mistletoe
No
No
We're shit out of

Ah, we hung all our
On the palm trees care
up all night
Still nothin'

So we snorted incense
And shot up myrrh
Stayed up two more
Just to sure

Ah it's X-Mas on the Isthmus of
It's hopeless, dopeless
No Claus
No wise men, no

No trucks
No reindeer, no
We're out of luck
Bethlehem, bethle-her,
Bethle-me,

Ah, there's something X-Mas
brings me to tears
Snowmen an
An roastin'

That story the Bible
only son
The injection
Ah, you the one

Well, they wadn't from around
was Judean strangers
So they called up the front
"Let me to the manger"

There was horses, was cows
was sheep, there was pigs
Mary asked
"Hey who booked gig?"

Ah, it's X-Mas on the of Panama
shiftless, we're giftless
No Claus
No wise men, no

No trucks
No reindeer, no
shit out of luck
Bethlehem, bethle-her,
Bethle-me,