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 with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon be there.

And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled 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,
Gave the of mid-day to objects below,
When to my wondering eye should appear,
But a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I knew in a it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than 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! away, dash away 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 and pawing of each little hoof.

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

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

His eyes, how twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as as the snow.

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

He had a broad and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in of myself.

A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had to dread.

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

He sprang to his sleigh to his gave 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