Luyện nghe bài hát 'Twas The Night Before Christmas

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. soon would be there.

And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose a clatter,
I sprang my bed to see what was the matter.
to the window I flew 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 eye should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight reindeer.

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I knew in a moment it be St. Nick.
More than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted, and them by name.

Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer, 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!

So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the sleigh full of and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was around,
Down the chimney he came a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his 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 twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His cheeks like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his was as white as the snow.

The stump of a he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little belly,
That when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf,
And I laughed I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a 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 stockings, then with a jerk,
And laying his finger of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh to his gave a whistle,
And away they all like the down of a thistle.
But I him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

Merry to all and to all a good night