Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

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

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

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

Now people let me tell ya bout year
When the came flying over here
Well, the hog was out, on the ground
Folks stayed in to down
The beat was thumping on the box, and I was in my socks
And the drummer at a solid pace
And a of the bass was in my face
And the player layed down a heavy layer
Of the funky rhythm of the disco beat
And the guy the 88's started to participate
And I could sure appreciate a sound so

We all in the mood so we had a little food
And a joke, and a smoke, and a little bit of
I thought I heard a hoof on the top of the roof
Could it be or was it me? I was super fine
So I went to your attic I thought heard the static
On the that the prance was somebody breaking in
But the on the top was a reindeer clop
Just a trick St. Nick, and I let the 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 the skin should've been
Gets cool for a fool going out every
For a day on a sleigh the cold went low
So the beard may be weird but I'll never it sheared
Cause it's warm in the storm when it's ten

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

And before he went, this fine old
Brought a with a sift through his big red bags
In the top or the bottom, he in and got 'em
Toys for the boys, for the glad rags
And the got some presents too
A new TV and a
A new Seville as blue as the sky
The best money couldn't buy
Cause money could never buy the feeling
The one that comes from not
The way you you feel your friends
And is how the story ends

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