Luyện nghe bài hát Italian Christmas

Twas the before Christmas,
Da house was mella,
Not a was stirrin',
I had a gun unda da pilla.
When up on da
I heard pound,
I to da window,
To scream, "YO! it down!"
what to my
Wanderin' eyes appear,
But da Don of all elfs,
And eight reindeer!
Wit' slicked black hair,
And a red suit,
don wuz here,
And he da loot!
a slap to dare snouts,
And a yank on manes,
He and he shouted,
And he dem by name.
"Yo Tony, Yo Frankie,
Yo Vinny, Yo Vito,
Ay Joey, Ay Paulie,
Ay Pepe, Ay Guido!"
As I out my gun
And hid by da bed,
He flew da winda
And me 'side da head.
"What da you doin'
a gun on da Don?
Now all you're is coal,
You moron!"
Den pointin' a fat
Right my nose,
He his pinky ring,
And up da he rose.
He to his sleigh,
screamin',
dey all flew,
Before he dem a beatin'.
Den I him yell out,
I did least expect,
"Merry Friggin' to all,
And yous better show respect!"