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 was stirring, not even a mouse;
The were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be

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

When out on the 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 breast of the new-fallen
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 knew in a moment it be St. Nick.
More rapid eagles 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 away! dash away! dash away all!"

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

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

He was dressed all in fur, from his 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 just his pack.

His -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were 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 broad and a little round belly,
That shook, 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 not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose;

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

(We you a merry Christmas...)