Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

Twas the fright Christmas
No one me
With a big bowl of popcorn, TV

I stretched, gave a yawn, settled in my chair
In hopes that St. Nicholson soon be there
The children were lying without sleep
seen all his movies; He gives them the creeps

Id cued up nest with my trusty remote
To the part he had all the nuts in the boat
When out in the yard, there such a noise
I off the TV to see what it was

And what to my wandering eyes should
But the Los Lakers, and Pat Riley, their coach
The limo was racing, the team at its
when I saw him: the man at the wheel
He ranted and cursed, and waved round his stick
And I knew in a it must be Jack Nick

rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by
Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott and
On Cooper, on Rambis and the of the team

Down the chimney St. Nicholson came with a
Then he brushed off the suit and said, Honey, Im

He was wearing a trench coat, with it was stained
And his shirt was clawed to shreds by Maclaine
He had a fat face and a flabby belly
From too many trips to the bar and the

He said, It's tough when an actor becomes fat and
I only get calls to play and crazies
And has-beens with washed up careers
But Ill fix them all and play this year

And with that, he buried his in the sack and said
Lets see what you get from your old Jack
A hatchet for daddy", he reared his head
To scare all those little upstairs in bed
And a stiff drink for mommy in a tall glass
She could really use something to that bug up her chimney

a wink of his eye and a twist of his face
He threw all the stockings the fireplace
What could I do? could I say?
What would I wear on my feet Christmas

I for a reason and turning his head
He looked at me and heres what he said
Why? You wanna know
Do you really wanna know why, pal? Ill you why

When youre out Christmas
You know, doing your little Christmas
With all your little friends
Spreading all that cheer
With those stupid Christmas

Did you ever stop and of
Picking up a little something for old
Did you ever stop to think of Jack might like for Christmas?
You know Jack from the movies up on the big
Pouring his heart out, giving it hes got

Day in and day out, just trying as as he can
To bring a tiny bit of sunshine
Into your miserable little lives
Did you ever think of good ole Jack for a
No, not once, maybe old just wasnt that good

Maybe, I good enough
In the postman always rings
Acting my guts out for you in one
Cuckoos nest, the shining, witches of fricking
Prizzis honor, all for you, pal

Just to brighten up for you
Not enough though, is it?
No, you want me to brighten up the season too?
Isnt that what you want,
Okay, let's things real bright around here

What do you say we the tree?
String up pretty lights here
Oh, shes brighter already
What do you say we take this cute angel
And ram her on the top branch,

How some gasoline for the whole thing?
I mean, let's make her as bright as she can be
do you say we light her up and chuck her
Through the old picture here?

No in having a tree as bright
As all without giving the neighbors
A chance to see, dont you
There, arent you glad ole Jack by

The flames towered brightly in the cold, sky
As he for his limo and bade his goodbye
And an age may air I fail to regret
visit from St. Nicholson, which Id sooner forget

But I swear by the goose bumps upon my
That Ill remember that devilish grin
And his voice, crying out as he faded from
Merry Christmas to all and I hope I see you again
For as long as I live, for out loud