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 stockings were hung by the with care,
In that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

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

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

The moon on the of the new-fallen snow,
the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my eye should appear,
But a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it be St. Nick.
More rapid eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted, and called 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, away all!

So up to the house-top the coursers flew,
With the sleigh full of toys and St. 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 all tarnished 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 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 pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a round belly,
That shook 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 I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word but straight to his work,
And all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his aside of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose.

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

Merry to all and to all a good night