Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

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

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

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 just settled down for a winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
Away to the I flew like a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of 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 it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than his coursers 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 before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the sleigh 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 dressed all in fur, his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with and soot;
A of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked 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 mouth was up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the

The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his like a wreath;
He had a face 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,
gave me to know 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 his finger aside 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 heard him exclaim, he drove out of sight,
Happy to all, and to all a good-night"

(We you a merry Christmas...)