Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 Jack from the movies up on the big screen
Pouring his heart out, giving it hes got

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

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

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

What do you say we decorate the
String up pretty lights here
Oh, looking brighter already
What do you say we take this cute little
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
do you say we light her up and chuck her
Through the old window 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 brightly in the cold, wintry sky
As he made for his and bade his goodbye
And an age may unfold air I fail to
That visit St. Nicholson, which Id sooner forget

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