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

The children were nestled all in their beds,
While of sugar-plums danced in their heads
And in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had settled down for a long 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 I flew like a flash,
Tore open the and threw up the sash.

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

a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I in a moment it must 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 away! dash away! dash away all!"

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

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

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

His eyes -- how twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His were like 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 smoke it encircled his head like a
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 when I saw him, in spite of
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went to his work,
And all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he

He broke the street, who maybe poll freedom,
And away they all flow like the 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...)