Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

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

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

Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, gonna it good
Gonna rock shock clock it your neighbourhood
Gonna read, gonna sing it it's understood
My rappin' bout to happen like a knee you've 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 long white beard, maybe looks kind a
And if you ever see him, he give you quite a shock

Now people let me ya bout last year
When the dude came over here
Well, the hog was out, snow's on the
Folks stayed in to party
The beat was thumping on the box, and I was in my socks
And the drummer played at a pace
And a of the bass was in my face
And the guitar layed down a heavy layer
Of the funky junky of the disco beat
And the guy with the 88's started to
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
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 prance was breaking in
But the noise on the top was a clop
a trick 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 chinny chin chin"
He allowed he was of the hairy little crowd
On the point of his jaw where the skin should've
cool 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 when it's ten below

I said, "You're right, it's tonight
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 downstairs and forgot his guests
And he rocked the and danced like a pro
And every young girl tried to rock his
But he oogie oogied til he had to go

And before he went, fine old gent
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 girls rags
And the got some presents too
A new TV and a
A new bout as blue as the sky
The best money couldn't buy
Cause money could ever buy the feeling
The one that comes not concealing
The way you you about your friends
And this is how the ends

The dude in back at the Pole
Up north where is cold
But if he were here tonight
He'd say, Merry and to all a good night