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 hung by the chimney care,
In that St. Nicholas 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 sprang from my bed to see was the matter.
to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.

The on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of to objects below,
When what to my wondering eye appear,
But a miniature sleigh and tiny reindeer.

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I in a moment it must 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 the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh 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,
the chimney he came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished 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 cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as as the snow.

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

He had a broad face and a 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,
Soon gave me to I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a but went straight to his work,
And all the stockings, then turned 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 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