Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

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

I stretched, a yawn, settled back in my chair
In hopes St. Nicholson soon would be there
The children lying awake without sleep
Theyd seen all his movies; He gives them the

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

And what to my wandering should approach
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 his swizzle stick
And I knew in a second it be Jack Nick

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

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

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

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

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

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

I asked for a reason and turning his
He looked straight at me and heres he said
You wanna know why?
Do you wanna know why, pal? Ill tell you why

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

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

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

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

Just to things up for you
Not good though, is it?
No, you want me to brighten up the season too?
Isnt that you want, pal?
Okay, make things real bright around here

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

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

No point in a tree as bright
As all that giving the neighbors
A to see, dont you think?
There, you glad ole Jack stopped by

The towered brightly in the cold, wintry sky
As he made for his and bade his goodbye
And an age may unfold air I to regret
That visit from St. Nicholson, which Id sooner

But I swear by the bumps upon my skin
That Ill always remember that devilish
And his voice, crying out as he faded from
Merry Christmas to all and I I never see you again
For as long as I live, for crying out