Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

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

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

The children nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of danced in their heads
And in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long nap,

out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
to the window I flew 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 miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer,

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid eagles 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 dash away! dash away! dash 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 sleigh full of toys, and St. too.

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

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

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his how merry!
His cheeks like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His little mouth 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 face and a little 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 of myself;
A wink of his eye and a of his head,
Soon gave me to I had nothing to dread;

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

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

(We you a merry Christmas...)