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 were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes St. Nicholas soon would be there.

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

When out on the lawn 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 shutters and up the sash.

The moon on the of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of to objects below,
what to my wondering 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 than 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 away! Dash away, dash away all!

So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each 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 with ashes and soot.
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he looked a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes, how twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like 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 smoke it encircled his like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little 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 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, 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 team a whistle,
And away they all flew the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he out of sight,

Chrisrmas to all and to all a good night