Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

Twas the fright before
No one me
With a big of popcorn, watching TV

I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my
In hopes that St. Nicholson soon be there
The children lying awake without sleep
Theyd seen all his movies; He them the creeps

Id cued up cuckoos nest my trusty remote
To the where he had all the nuts in the boat
When out in the yard, arose such a noise
I turned off the TV to see it was

And what to my wandering eyes approach
But the Los Angeles Lakers, and Pat Riley, coach
The was racing, the team at its heels
Thats I saw him: the man at the wheel
He ranted and cursed, and waved his swizzle stick
And I knew in a second it must be Jack

rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and them by name
Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott and
On Cooper, on Rambis and the of the team

Down the chimney St. came with a groan
Then he off the suit and said, Honey, Im home

He was wearing a trench coat, with it was stained
And his shirt was clawed to shreds by Shirley
He had a fat face and a beer belly
From too many to the bar and the deli

He said, tough when an actor becomes fat and lazy
I only get calls to play weirdos and
And has-beens with washed up careers
But Ill fix them all and play Santa this

And with that, he buried his head in the and said
see what you get from your old buddy Jack
A hatchet for daddy", he reared back his
To scare all those buggers upstairs in bed
And a stiff for mommy in a nice tall glass
She could really use something to kill bug up her chimney

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his
He threw all the stockings the fireplace
What could I do? What could I
What would I on my feet Christmas day?

I for a reason and turning his head
He straight at me and heres what he said
Why? You know why?
Do you really know why, pal? Ill tell you why

When youre out Christmas
You know, doing little Christmas things
all your little Christmas friends
Spreading all Christmas cheer
With those stupid songs?

Did you stop and think of
Picking up a something for old Jack?
Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might for Christmas?
You know Jack the movies up on the big screen
his heart out, giving it everything hes got

Day in and day out, trying as hard as he can
To a tiny little bit of sunshine
Into your little humdrum lives
Did you ever of good ole Jack for a second?
No, not once, maybe old Jack just wasnt that

Maybe, I wasnt enough
In the postman always rings
Acting my guts out for you in one
Cuckoos nest, the shining, witches of fricking
Prizzis honor, all for you, pal

Just to things up for you
Not good though, is it?
No, you want me to brighten up the Christmas too?
Isnt that what you want,
Okay, let's things real bright around here

What do you say we decorate the
String up these pretty lights
Oh, shes looking brighter
What do you say we this cute little angel
And ram her on the top branch,

How about some for the whole thing?
I mean, let's make her just as as she can be
What do you say we her up and chuck her
Through the old picture here?

No in having a tree as bright
As all without giving the neighbors
A chance to see, you think?
There, arent you glad ole Jack by

The flames towered in the cold, wintry sky
As he made for his limo and his goodbye
And an age may unfold air I to regret
That visit from St. Nicholson, Id sooner forget

But I swear by the bumps upon my skin
That Ill always remember that devilish
And his voice, crying out as he from sight
Merry Christmas to all and I hope I see you again
For as as I live, for crying out loud