Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

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

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

The children were nestled all snug in 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 lawn there arose a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and 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 eyes appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I knew in a moment it be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called 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! dash all!"

As dry leaves that the wild hurricane fly,
they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the 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 chimney St. Nicholas came a bound.

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all with ashes 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 like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little was drawn up like a bow,
And the of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his like a wreath;
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 of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to I had nothing to dread;

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

He broke cross the street, who 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 you a merry Christmas...)