Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

Twas the before Christmas
No one me
With a big of popcorn, watching TV

I stretched, gave a yawn, settled in my chair
In hopes St. Nicholson soon would be there
The children were lying awake sleep
Theyd seen all his movies; He them the creeps

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

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

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

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

He was wearing a trench coat, with beer it was
And his shirt was clawed to shreds by Shirley
He had a fat face and a beer belly
From too trips to the bar and the deli

He said, It's tough when an actor fat and lazy
I get calls to play weirdos and crazies
And middle-aged with washed up careers
But Ill fix all and play Santa this year

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

With a wink of his eye and a of his face
He threw all the into the fireplace
What could I do? could I say?
What would I wear on my feet day?

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

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

Did you stop and think 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, it everything hes got

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

Maybe, I wasnt good
In the postman rings twice
Acting my out for you in that 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 me to brighten up the Christmas season too?
Isnt what you want, pal?
Okay, let's make things real around here

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

How about some gasoline for the thing?
I mean, let's make her just as as she can be
What do you say we her up and chuck her
Through the old window here?

No in having a tree as bright
As all that without giving the
A chance to see, you think?
There, arent you ole Jack stopped by

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

But I swear by the goose bumps my skin
That Ill remember that devilish grin
And his voice, crying out as he from sight
Merry to all and I hope I never see you again
For as as I live, for crying out loud