Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was wearing a trench coat, with beer it was
And his shirt was 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, tough when an actor becomes fat and lazy
I get calls to play weirdos and crazies
And middle-aged has-beens washed up careers
But Ill fix them all and play 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 reared back his
To all those little buggers upstairs in bed
And a stiff drink for mommy in a tall glass
She really use something to kill that bug up her chimney

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

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

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

Did you ever stop and of
Picking up a something for old Jack?
Did you ever stop to think of what 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 a tiny little bit of sunshine
Into your miserable little lives
Did you ever of good ole Jack for a second?
No, not once, old Jack just wasnt that good

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

Just to brighten 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 the tree?
up these pretty lights here
Oh, shes brighter already
What do you say we this cute little angel
And ram her on the top branch,

How about gasoline for the whole thing?
I mean, let's make her as bright as she can be
What do you say we 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, 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 air I fail to regret
visit from St. Nicholson, which Id sooner forget

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