Luyện nghe bài hát 'Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse.
The stockings were by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would be there.

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

When out on the there arose such a clatter,
I from my 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 of mid-day to objects below,
When to my wondering eye should appear,
But a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

a little 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 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! Dash away, dash all!

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

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

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

His eyes, how they twinkled, his how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow,
And the beard on his was as white as the snow.

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

He had a broad and a little round belly,
That shook 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,
gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a but went straight 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 sprang to his sleigh to his gave a whistle,
And they all flew 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