Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

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

I stretched, gave a yawn, settled in my chair
In hopes that St. Nicholson would be there
The children were lying without sleep
Theyd seen all his He gives them the creeps

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

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

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

the chimney St. Nicholson 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 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 only get calls to play weirdos and
And middle-aged with washed up careers
But Ill fix them all and play this year

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

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

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

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

Did you stop and think of
Picking up a little something for old
Did you ever to think of what Jack might like for Christmas?
You know Jack from the 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 tiny bit of sunshine
Into your little humdrum lives
Did you ever think of good ole for a second?
No, not once, maybe old Jack just wasnt good

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I swear by the bumps upon my skin
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 out loud