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)
Special appearances: and Hayley-Amber Hasselhoff

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

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 down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there 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, to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh, and eight 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 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 that before the wild fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, 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 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 all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes all tarnished with 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 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 a wreath;
He had a face and a little round belly,
That shook, he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

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

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

(We wish you a Christmas...)