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. Nicholas would be there.

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

out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see was the matter.
Away to the window I like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and up the sash.

The on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the of mid-day to objects below,
what to my wondering eye should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight reindeer.

a little old driver, so lively 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 dash away! Dash away, dash all!

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

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

He was all in fur, from his head 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 just opening his pack.

His eyes, how twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like 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 face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,
And I laughed 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 turned 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 him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

Chrisrmas to all and to all a good night