Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

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

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

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

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

Now people let me tell ya bout last
the dude came flying over here
Well, the hog was out, on the ground
Folks in to party down
The beat was on the box, and I was dancing in my socks
And the played at a solid pace
And a taste of the was in my face
And the guitar player layed down a heavy
Of the funky junky of the disco beat
And the guy with the 88's to participate
And I could sure appreciate a so sweat

We were all in the mood so we had a food
And a joke, and a smoke, and a bit of wine
I thought I heard a hoof on the top of the roof
Could it be or was it me? I was feeling super
So I went to your attic where I heard the static
On the chance that the prance was 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 he was proud of the hairy little crowd
On the point of his jaw the skin should've been
cool for a fool going out every Yule
For a day on a sleigh the cold went low
So the beard may be weird but never have it sheared
Cause it's warm in the storm when ten below

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

And before he went, this old gent
Brought a gift with a sift through his big red
In the top or the bottom, he in and got 'em
for the boys, for the girls glad rags
And the grownups got presents too
A new TV and a
A new Seville bout as as the sky
The best money couldn't buy
Cause money could ever buy the feeling
The one that from not concealing
The way you you feel your friends
And is how the story ends

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