Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

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

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

The children were 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 from the bed to see was the matter.
Away to the window I like a flash,
Tore open the 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 should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tiny reindeer,

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a it must 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 before the wild hurricane fly,
When 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 on the roof
The prancing and of each little hoof.
As I in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. came with a bound.

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

His -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his 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 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 when 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 not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned a jerk,
And laying his aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he

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

(We you a merry Christmas...)