Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

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

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

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

out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the I flew like a flash,
Tore open the and threw up the sash.

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

a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a it must be St. Nick.
More rapid eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called 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! away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild fly,
they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the
The and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all with ashes and soot;
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler opening his pack.

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

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

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,
And 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 straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; 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 like the dark of a kingdom.
But I heard him exclaim, here he out of sight,
Christmas to all, and to all a good-night"

(We you a merry Christmas...)