Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

'Twas the before Christmas, and all through the house
Blow]
Hold it now! Wait, it. That's played out. Hit it!

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Don't you give me all that jive about things you wrote before I's
Cause this ain't 1823 -- even 1970
Now I'm the guy named Blow and Christmas is one thing I know
So every just about this time, I celebrate it with a rhyme

shake it, gonna bake it, gonna make it good
Gonna rock shock it through your neighbourhood
Gonna read, gonna sing it till it's
My rappin' bout to like a knee you've been slapping
Or a toe you've been tapping on a hunk of

Bout a red-suited dude with a attitude
And a sleigh full of goodies for for the people on the
Got a long beard, maybe looks kind a weird
And if you ever see him, he could you quite a shock

Now people let me tell ya bout last
When the dude came flying here
Well, the hog was out, on the ground
Folks stayed in to party
The was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my socks
And the drummer played at a pace
And a taste of the bass was in my
And the guitar player down a heavy layer
Of the funky junky rhythm of the disco
And the guy with the 88's started to
And I could appreciate a sound so sweat

We were all in the mood so we had a food
And a joke, and a smoke, and a little bit of
When I thought I a hoof on the top of the roof
Could it be or was it me? I was feeling fine
So I went to your attic where I thought the static
On the chance that the was somebody breaking in
But the noise on the top was a clop
Just a St. Nick, and I let the sucker in

He was roly, he was poly, and I said, "Holy moly!
You got a lot of whiskers on your chinny chin"
He allowed he was proud of the little crowd
On the point of his jaw where the should've been
Gets for a fool going out every Yule
For a day on a sleigh the cold went low
So the beard may be but I'll never have it sheared
Cause it's warm in the when it's ten below

I said, "You're right, it's tonight
But can you stop for a before you go?"
He said, "Why not if the music's
And I'll a dance beneath the mistletoe"
So he downstairs and forgot his guests
And he the spot and danced like a pro
And every girl tried to rock his world
But he boogie oogie til he had to go

And he went, this fine old gent
Brought a gift with a sift through his big red
In the top or the bottom, he in and got 'em
Toys for the boys, for the glad rags
And the grownups got some too
A new TV and a
A new bout as blue as the sky
The that money couldn't buy
Cause money could never ever buy the
The one that comes not concealing
The way you you about your friends
And this is how the story

The in red's back at the Pole
Up north everything is cold
But if he were right tonight
He'd say, Merry and to all a good night