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 shall buy apples.

Tiny Mum will love them so!
Father, look, the theatre!

Bob Cratchit: When rich, we'll go.

Both: All the of Christmas,
Bundled up string.

Tiny Tim: But you mean to me...

Bob Cratchit: You more...

Both: Yes, you mean more to me 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 bit out of our price range.

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

Bob Cratchit: You mean to me,

Both: You mean to me than anything.