Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas In Capetown

Every
In
All the in the street
Radios turned up very
Dancing Queen
They our music

This English girl from the somewhere
Is with me at my place
Drinkin' up all my
Talkin' about the poor all the time
a real disgrace, she says
I tell her, Darling, talk about things
you understand
I tell her, Darling, don't about something
you don't anything about
I tell her, Darling, if you like it here
go to your own miserable country

Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
Oh, the boys on the beach are blowin'
And the summer wind kicks the clouds around

You my little brother, babe
Well, he works out at the diamond
I drove him out there at five this
The were waitin' in a big long line
You those big old lunch pails they carry, man
a picture of Star Wars painted on the side
They were at us real hard with
their big ugly eyes
You feel it
You could it

It's Christmas in Town but it ain't the same
The stores are all the time
And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the
And the Christmas still shine
Myself, I don't to drink the way
I to, man, you know
It don't to get me high
And the beer taste the way it
ought to taste
And I don't why

Don't talk to me about the
Man, I've it
Just a look around
are we gonna do, blow up
the damn country?

It's in Cape Town
It's Christmas in Cape
It's in Cape Town