Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

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

I stretched, a yawn, settled back in my chair
In hopes that St. soon would be there
The children were lying awake sleep
Theyd seen all his He gives them the creeps

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

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

More than the Celtics these 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 of the team

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

He was a trench coat, with beer it was stained
And his shirt was clawed to by Shirley Maclaine
He had a fat and a flabby beer belly
From too many trips to the bar and the

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

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

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

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

When out Christmas shopping
You know, doing little Christmas things
With all little Christmas friends
Spreading all that Christmas
those stupid 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 know Jack from the up on the big screen
Pouring his heart out, it everything hes got

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

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

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

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

How about some for the whole thing?
I mean, let's make her as bright as she can be
do you say we light her up and chuck her
Through the old picture here?

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

The flames towered brightly in the cold, sky
As he made for his limo and 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 upon my skin
That Ill always remember devilish grin
And his voice, out as he faded from sight
Merry Christmas to all and I I never see you again
For as long as I live, for out loud