Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

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

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

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

out on the lawn there arose 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 moon on the of the new-fallen snow
Gave the of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tiny reindeer,

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

As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, to the sky,
So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. 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 came a bound.

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

His eyes -- how twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll mouth was drawn up like 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 encircled his like a wreath;
He had a broad 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 when I saw him, in of myself;
A wink of his eye and a of his head,
Soon me to know I had nothing to dread;

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

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 wish you a Christmas...)