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)
Special appearances: and Hayley-Amber Hasselhoff

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

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

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

The moon on the breast of the snow
Gave the lustre of to objects below,
When, to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tiny reindeer,

a little old driver, so lively 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 them by

"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 before the wild hurricane fly,
When they with an obstacle, mount 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 drew in my hand, and was around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas with a bound.

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

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

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

He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf,
And I when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a 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 then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He cross 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...)