Luyện nghe bài hát You Mean More To Me

Bob I don't need a fortune,
in a shoe,
Many men fortunes,
But don't have you.
When I look at you, I'm than a king,
Yes, you mean more to me anything.

Up you go, son!
Mrs Goodbye, my loves.

Bob Cratchit: We buy some apples.

Tiny Tim: Mum will them so!
Father, look, the theatre!

Bob Cratchit: When we're rich, go.

Both: All the of Christmas,
up with string.

Tiny Tim: But you more to me...

Bob You mean more...

Yes, you mean more to me than anything.

Turkey Seller: Here's a bird; my prize turkey.
Bob How much is it?
Seller: I'll take a sovereign.
Bob Cratchit: That's a little bit out of our range.

Tiny I don't need a feast, Dad,
All I'd get is fat.
I don't a turkey,
How'd I eat all
I shall be content no what you bring.
You mean to me,

Bob You mean more to me,

Both: You more to me than anything.