Luyện nghe bài hát T was the night before Christmas

That's not a song, but a tale 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 creature was stirring, not even a
The stockings hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children nestled all snug in their beds,
visions of sugar-plums danced in their 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 window I like a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw 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 should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than his coursers 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,
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 prancing and pawing of each hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was around,
the chimney St. Nicholas came 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 like a just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his 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 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 know I had to dread;

He not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then with a jerk,
And laying his aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose;

He cross the street, who maybe poll freedom,
And away they all 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...)