Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the
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
this ain't 1823 -- ain't even 1970
Now I'm the guy named Blow and Christmas is one thing I know
So every year just this time, I celebrate it with a rhyme

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

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

Now people let me tell ya bout last
When the dude came over here
Well, the hog was out, snow's on the
stayed in to party down
The beat was thumping on the box, and I was in my socks
And the drummer played at a solid
And a taste of the was in my face
And the guitar player layed down a layer
Of the funky junky rhythm of the disco
And the guy with the 88's to participate
And I sure appreciate a sound 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 hoof on the top of the
Could it be or was it me? I was feeling fine
So I went to your attic where I thought heard the
On the chance the prance was somebody breaking in
But the noise on the top was a reindeer
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 chinny chin chin"
He allowed he was of the hairy little crowd
On the of his jaw where the skin should've been
Gets cool for a fool going out every
For a day on a sleigh when the cold 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 cold
But can you stop for a before you go?"
He said, "Why not if the music's
And I'll chance a dance the mistletoe"
So he downstairs and forgot his guests
And he rocked the spot and like a pro
And young girl tried 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 girls glad
And the grownups got presents too
A new TV and a
A new Seville as blue as the sky
The best money couldn't buy
Cause money never ever buy the feeling
The one comes from not concealing
The way you you feel your friends
And this is how the story

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