Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

That's not a song, but a Christmas tale written by Clark Moore
(1748-1828)
Special appearances: Taylor-Ann and Hayley-Amber

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the with care,
In hopes St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in heads
And in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long nap,

When out on the lawn there such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
Away to the window I flew a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.

The on the breast of the new-fallen snow
the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tiny reindeer,

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild fly,
When they with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I on the roof
The and pawing of each little hoof.
As I in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas with 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 had on his back,
And he like a peddler just opening his pack.

His -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow;

The stump of a he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in of myself;
A wink of his eye and a of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to

He spoke not a word, but straight to his work,
And all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he

He broke cross the street, who maybe freedom,
And away they all flow the dark of a kingdom.
But I him exclaim, here he drove out of sight,
Happy to all, and to all a good-night"

(We you a merry Christmas...)