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 back in my
In hopes that St. Nicholson soon would be
The children were lying awake without
Theyd seen all his movies; He them the creeps

Id up cuckoos nest with my trusty remote
To the part he had all the nuts in the boat
out in the yard, there arose such a noise
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 team at its
Thats when I saw the man at the wheel
He ranted and cursed, and round his swizzle stick
And I knew in a second it must be Jack

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

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

He was wearing a trench coat, beer it was stained
And his was clawed to shreds by Shirley Maclaine
He had a fat and a flabby beer belly
too many trips to the bar and the deli

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

And with that, he buried his head in the and said
Lets see you get from your old buddy Jack
A hatchet for daddy", he reared back his
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

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his
He threw all the stockings into the
What I do? What could I say?
What would I wear on my Christmas day?

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

youre out Christmas shopping
You know, doing your Christmas things
With all your little friends
Spreading all that Christmas
With those stupid songs?

Did you stop and think of
Picking up a little for old Jack?
Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might like for
You know Jack from the 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 bring a tiny little bit of
Into your miserable little humdrum
Did you ever of good ole Jack for a second?
No, not once, maybe old Jack just wasnt good

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

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

What do you say we decorate the
String up these lights here
Oh, shes looking brighter
What do you say we take cute little angel
And ram her on the top branch,

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

No point in a tree as bright
As all that without the neighbors
A chance to see, you think?
There, arent you glad ole stopped 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
That visit from St. Nicholson, which Id forget

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