Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

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

I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my
In hopes that St. soon would be there
The children were lying awake 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 nuts in the
When out in the yard, there such a noise
I turned off the TV to see it was

And what to my eyes should approach
But the Los Lakers, and Pat Riley, their coach
The was racing, the team at its heels
Thats I saw him: the man at the wheel
He and cursed, and waved round his swizzle 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 of the team

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

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

He said, It's tough when an actor fat and lazy
I only get calls to weirdos and crazies
And middle-aged has-beens with washed up
But Ill fix them all and Santa this 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 back his
To all those little buggers upstairs in bed
And a stiff drink for mommy in a nice tall
She could really use 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 would I wear on my feet Christmas

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

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

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

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

Maybe, I good enough
In the postman always twice
Acting my out for you in that 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 what you want, pal?
Okay, let's make things real bright here

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

How about gasoline for the whole thing?
I mean, make her just as bright as she can be
What do you say we light her up and her
Through the old window here?

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

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

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