Luyện nghe bài hát T'Was The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The stockings were hung by, the chimney with care in that
St. would soon be there

The children were all nestled, all in their beds while
Visions of danced in their heads

And in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long nap
out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see was the matter!

Away to the window, I like a flash
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash

The moon on the of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects
When what to my eyes should appear
But a miniature and eight tiny reindeer!

a little ol' driver so lively and quick
I in a moment, it must be St. Nick!

More rapid than eagles, his they came
As he whistled and shouted and called by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and
On Comet, on Doner, an'

To the top of the porch, to the top of the
Now dash-away, all

And as dry leaves that before the hurricanes fly
When they meet with an obstacle sky
So up to the housetop the courses they
With a full of toys and St. Nicholas too

And then in a twinkling I on the roof
The prancing and of each little hoof

Ands I drew in my and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished ashes and soot

A bundle of toys, he on his back
And he looked like a, a just opening his pack

His how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
His cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry
His drawl little mouth was drawn up a bow
And the of his chin was as white as the snow

The of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it his head like a wreath

He had a broad little face and a, a round belly
That when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly
He was and plump, and a, a right jolly old elf
I when I saw him in spite of myself

A of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon me to know I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word but went straight to his
And all the stockings, and then turned with a jerk
An' laying a finger aside his nose
An' a nod up the chimney he rose

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team a whistle
An' away they all flew like the of a thistle

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of
Christmas to all, Merry Christmas to all
And to all a