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

The were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their
And in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled for a long winter's nap,

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

The on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to below,
When, what to my wondering eyes appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a 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 dash away! dash away! dash all!"

As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. too.

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

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

His -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow;

The of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath;
He had a broad and a little round belly,
shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

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

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 giving a nod, up the chimney he

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

(We you a merry Christmas...)