Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

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

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

The children nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their
And in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had settled 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 like a flash,
open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
Gave the lustre of to objects below,
When, what to my eyes should appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so 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 away! dash away! dash away all!"

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

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

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with and soot;
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he like a peddler just opening his pack.

His -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was 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 it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a of jelly.

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

He spoke not a word, but went 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 the street, who maybe poll freedom,
And away all flow like the dark of a kingdom.
But I him exclaim, here he drove out of sight,
Christmas to all, and to all a good-night"

(We wish you a Christmas...)