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 stockings were by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. soon would be there.

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

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

The moon on the breast of the snow,
the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my wondering eye appear,
But a miniature and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I knew in a moment it be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers came,
And he and shouted, and called 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,
With the sleigh of toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I on the roof,
The and pawing of each little hoof.

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

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

His eyes, how they twinkled, his how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his like 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 broad face and a little belly,
That when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,
And I when I saw him, in spite of myself.

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 straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose.

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

Merry Chrisrmas to all and to all a night