Luyện nghe bài hát 'Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not 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 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 flew a flash,
Tore open the and threw up the sash.

The moon on the of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my wondering eye appear,
But a sleigh 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 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 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,
the chimney he came with a bound.

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

His eyes, how twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were 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 head a wreath.

He had a broad and a little round belly,
shook when he laughed, like 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 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 turned a jerk,
And his finger aside 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 good