Luyện nghe bài hát A Visit From StNicholson

Twas the fright Christmas
No one me
a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV

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

Id cued up cuckoos nest with my trusty
To the part where he had all the in the boat
out in the yard, there arose such a noise
I off the TV to see what it was

And what to my wandering eyes approach
But the Los Lakers, and Pat Riley, their 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 it must be Jack Nick

More rapid than the 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 rest of the

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

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

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

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

a wink of his eye and a twist of his face
He all the stockings into the fireplace
What I do? What could I say?
What would I wear on my feet day?

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

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

Did you ever stop and of
up a little something for old Jack?
Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might for Christmas?
You know Jack from the 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 bring a tiny little bit of
Into your miserable little humdrum
Did you ever think of good ole for a second?
No, not once, maybe old just wasnt that good

Maybe, I wasnt good
In the postman rings twice
my guts out for you in that one
Cuckoos nest, the shining, of fricking Eastwick
fricking honor, all for you, pal

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

do you say we decorate the tree?
String up these pretty here
Oh, looking brighter already
What do you say we take cute little angel
And ram her on the top branch,

How about some gasoline for the thing?
I mean, let's her just as bright as she can be
What do you say we light her up and her
Through the old picture window

No point in having a tree as
As all that giving the neighbors
A chance to see, you think?
There, arent you glad ole stopped by

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

But I swear by the goose bumps my skin
That Ill always remember that devilish
And his voice, crying out as he faded sight
Merry Christmas to all and I hope I never see you
For as as I live, for crying out loud