Luyện nghe bài hát 'Twas The Night Before Christmas

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

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

When out on the there arose such a clatter,
I sprang my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew a flash,
Tore open the and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the snow,
Gave the lustre of to objects below,
what 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 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 Prancer, 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!

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

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

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

His eyes, how twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little mouth was 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 it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a face and a little round 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 me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a but went straight 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 he rose.

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

Chrisrmas to all and to all a good night