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 that St. Nicholson soon would be
The children were lying awake sleep
Theyd seen all his movies; He gives them the

Id up cuckoos 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 should approach
But the Los Lakers, and Pat Riley, their coach
The was racing, the team at its heels
Thats when I saw the man at the wheel
He ranted and cursed, and waved his swizzle stick
And I in a second it must be Jack Nick

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

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

He was wearing a trench coat, beer it was stained
And his shirt was to shreds by Shirley Maclaine
He had a fat face and a flabby belly
too many 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 them all and play Santa year

And with that, he buried his head in the sack and
Lets see what you get your old buddy Jack
A hatchet for daddy", he reared his head
To scare all those little upstairs in bed
And a stiff for mommy in a nice tall glass
She really use something to kill 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 feet day?

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

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

Did you ever and think of
Picking up a little for old Jack?
Did you ever to think of what Jack might like for Christmas?
You Jack from the movies up on the big screen
Pouring his out, giving 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 humdrum
Did you ever think of ole Jack for a second?
No, not once, old Jack just wasnt that good

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

to brighten things up for you
Not good though, is it?
No, you me to brighten up the Christmas season too?
that what you want, pal?
Okay, let's make things real bright here

What do you say we decorate the
String up these lights here
Oh, shes looking already
What do you say we take this 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 light her up and her
Through the old picture here?

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

The flames towered brightly in the cold, sky
As he made for his limo and bade his
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
Ill always remember that devilish grin
And his voice, crying out as he faded sight
Merry Christmas to all and I hope I never see you
For as long as I live, for out loud