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 night before Christmas, when all through the
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse;
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 their
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 the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to 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.
More rapid than 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 away! dash away! dash away all!"

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

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

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

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his 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 tight in his teeth,
And the it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right 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 went to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then with a jerk,
And his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose;

He broke cross the street, who 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...)