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)
appearances: Taylor-Ann and Hayley-Amber Hasselhoff

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

The children were nestled all snug in beds,
While visions of 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 arose such a clatter,
I from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the I flew like a flash,
open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the snow
Gave the of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering should appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I knew in a moment it be St. Nick.
rapid than 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! away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they meet 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 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 ashes and
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 roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow,
And the beard of his was as white as the snow;

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

He was and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed I saw him, in spite of myself;
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had to dread;

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

He cross the street, who maybe poll freedom,
And away they all flow 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 wish you a Christmas...)