Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the
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Hold it now! Wait, hold it. played out. Hit it!

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

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

Bout a red-suited dude with a friendly
And a full of goodies for for the people on the block
Got a white beard, maybe looks kind a weird
And if you ever see him, he could give you a shock

Now people let me ya bout last year
the dude came flying over here
Well, the hog was out, snow's on the
Folks stayed in to party
The beat was on the box, and I was dancing in my socks
And the drummer played at a solid
And a of the bass was in my face
And the guitar layed down a heavy layer
Of the funky junky rhythm of the disco
And the guy with the started to participate
And I could sure appreciate a so sweat

We all in the mood so we had a little food
And a joke, and a smoke, and a bit of wine
When I thought I heard a on the top of the roof
Could it be or was it me? I was super fine
So I went to your where I thought heard the static
On the chance that the prance was somebody in
But the noise on the top was a reindeer
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 chin chin"
He allowed he was of the hairy little crowd
On the point of his jaw the skin should've been
Gets for a fool going out every Yule
For a day on a sleigh when the went low
So the beard may be weird but I'll have it sheared
Cause it's warm in the storm when ten below

I said, "You're right, it's cold
But can you for a drop before you go?"
He said, "Why not if the hot?
And I'll chance a beneath the mistletoe"
So he went and forgot his guests
And he rocked the spot and like a pro
And every young girl tried to rock his
But he boogie oogie til he had to go

And before he went, 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 girls rags
And the got some presents too
A new TV and a
A new Seville as blue as the sky
The that money couldn't buy
Cause money never ever buy the feeling
The one that from not concealing
The way you you feel your friends
And this is how the story

The dude in red's at the Pole
Up north where is cold
But if he right here tonight
He'd say, Merry Christmas and to all a good