Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

Twas the before 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 would be there
The children lying awake without sleep
Theyd seen all his movies; He gives the creeps

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 arose a noise
I turned off the TV to see it was

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

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

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

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

He said, It's tough when an actor becomes fat and
I only get calls to play weirdos and
And middle-aged has-beens with up careers
But Ill fix them all and play Santa this

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

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

I for a reason and turning his head
He looked at me and heres what he said
You wanna know why?
Do you really know why, pal? Ill tell 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 stop and think of
Picking up a little for old Jack?
Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might for Christmas?
You know Jack from the 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 a tiny little bit of sunshine
Into your miserable humdrum lives
Did you ever think of good ole for a second?
No, not once, old Jack just wasnt that good

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I swear by the goose bumps upon my
That Ill always remember that grin
And his voice, crying out as he from sight
Merry Christmas to all and I hope I see you again
For as long as I live, for crying out