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 before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The stockings were by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be

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 settled down for a long winter's nap,

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

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

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I knew in a it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his 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! dash away! dash all!"

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

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

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished ashes and soot;
A of toys he had flung on his back,
And he like a peddler just opening his pack.

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

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

He was and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed I saw him, in spite of myself;
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went to his work,
And filled all the stockings; turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose;

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

(We wish you a Christmas...)