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 Taylor-Ann and Hayley-Amber Hasselhoff

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

The children were nestled all 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 such a clatter,
I sprang the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I like a flash,
Tore the shutters 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 tiny reindeer,

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a it must be St. Nick.
rapid than eagles his coursers 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! away! dash away all!"

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

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

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

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his how merry!
His were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little was drawn up like a bow,
And the of his chin was as white as the snow;

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

He was and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a 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 stockings; turned with a jerk,
And laying his aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose;

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...)