Luyện nghe bài hát X-Mas on the Isthmus

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

No trucks
No
No
We're shit out of

Ah, we all our stockings
On the trees with care
Stayed up all
nothin' there

So we snorted some
And shot up some
Stayed up two more
Just to make

Ah X-Mas on the Isthmus of Panama
hopeless, we're dopeless
No Santa
No men, no angels

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

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

story from the Bible
God's son
The immaculate
Ah, you the one

Well, they wadn't around here
They was Judean
So they up the front desk
"Let me to the manger"

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

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

No mistletoe
No reindeer, no
We're shit out of
Bethlehem, bethle-her,
Bethle-me,