Luyện nghe bài hát 'Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all the house,
Not a was stirring, not even 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.

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

The moon on the breast of the snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to below,
When what to my wondering eye appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight reindeer.

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I in a moment it must be St. Nick.
rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he and shouted, and called 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 full of 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,
Down the chimney he came a bound.

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

His eyes, how they twinkled, his how merry!
His cheeks were roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little was drawn 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 encircled his head a wreath.

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

A wink of his eye and a of his head,
gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

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

Merry Chrisrmas to all and to all a good