Luyện nghe bài hát T'Was The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse
The stockings were by, the chimney with care in hopes that
St. Nicholas would be there

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

And in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled for a long winter's nap
When out on the there arose such a clatter
I from my bed to see what was the matter!

Away to the window, I flew like a
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A bundle of toys, he sprung on his
And he looked like a, a peddler just opening his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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