Luyện nghe bài hát Santa and the Sidewalk Surfer

Ho, ho, ho!
And what do you for Christmas, little boy?
(Gee, Santa, I a bicycle)
Well, if a good little boy
Your will be granted
(Thank you, Santa)

And what do you want for Christmas, little
(Santa, I want to be a real live sidewalk
And I want a genuine bun-bustin' skateboard
And, and a bottle of
And, and a hundred and fourteen Freddie and the surfin' records
And a Fender electric twangy guitar)

Is that
(Gee, no it isn't,
If I'm gonna be a real live genuine surfer
I, I gotta have a white sweat shirt
And, and a of cut-off blue jeans
And some guarache

And a to "Surfer" magazine)
"Surfer"

Well, little boy, I that's all you want for Christmas
(As a of fact, no, Santy, it isn't
See, if I'm be a real genuine sidewalk surfer
I be one of the boys
And, and I gotta have a bunch of surfboard decals
And fifteen of "Miserlou"
And, and a dictionary
And a big box of band-aids)

Why would you band-aids for Christmas?
(Well, Santa, if I'm a sidewalk

I'm gonna be out the curb
And when I and bust my buns
I fix myself up)

Oh, ho, ho, ho!
Oh, ho, ho, ho! (Oh, please, Santa, please)
Oh, Merry Christmas, little boy! (I be a real sidewalk surfer)
Christmas! (Oh, please, Santa)
Oh, ho, ho, ho! (Please, I have all those things, Santa)
Oh, ho, ho, ho! (I gotta, Santa, hit you in the mouth if I can't have all those things, please Santa)
Oh, ho, ho, ho! (I be a real sidewalk surfer)
Oh, Merry Christmas, little boy (Shootin' the and bust your buns)
Go home, little boy (Oh, Santa)
Oh, go home (Please, I gotta be a sidewalk surfer)
Christmas! Oh, go home (Oh, golly Santa)