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 that St. Nicholson would be there
The children were lying without sleep
seen all his movies; He gives them the creeps

Id cued up cuckoos nest with my trusty
To the part where he had all the nuts in the
When out in the yard, there arose such a
I turned off the TV to see it was

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

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

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

He was wearing a trench coat, with it was stained
And his shirt was 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 becomes fat and
I only get calls to weirdos and crazies
And middle-aged has-beens with up careers
But Ill fix them all and play this year

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

With a wink of his eye and a 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 for a reason and turning his head
He looked straight at me and heres he said
Why? You wanna why?
Do you really know why, pal? Ill tell you why

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

Did you ever and think of
Picking up a little something for old
Did you ever stop to of what Jack might like for Christmas?
You know Jack the movies up on the big screen
his heart 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 miserable little humdrum lives
Did you ever think of good ole Jack for a
No, not once, old Jack just wasnt that good

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

Just to brighten up for you
Not enough though, is it?
No, you want me to brighten up the Christmas too?
Isnt that you want, pal?
Okay, let's make things real around here

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

How some gasoline for the whole thing?
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 window

No point in a tree as bright
As all that giving the neighbors
A chance to see, you think?
There, arent you ole Jack 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 upon my skin
That Ill always remember that devilish
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