Luyện nghe bài hát Italian Christmas

Twas the night Christmas,
Da whole was mella,
Not a was stirrin',
I had a gun unda da pilla.
When up on da
I somethin' pound,
I to da window,
To scream, "YO! it down!"
When to my
Wanderin' should appear,
But da Don of all elfs,
And eight reindeer!
Wit' slicked back hair,
And a red suit,
don wuz here,
And he da loot!
Wit' a slap to snouts,
And a on dare 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 troo da winda
And me 'side da head.
"What da hell you
a gun on da Don?
Now all gettin' is coal,
You moron!"
Den a fat finga
unda my nose,
He twisted his ring,
And up da he rose.
He to his sleigh,
screamin',
dey all flew,
Before he dem a beatin'.
Den I heard him out,
I did least expect,
"Merry Christmas to all,
And yous better some respect!"