Luyện nghe bài hát Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night Christmas, 
all through the house 
Not a was stirring, 
not a mouse.

The stockings were
by the with care, 
In hopes St Nicholas 
soon be there.

The children were
all snug in beds, 
visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. 

And in her 'kerchief, 
and I in my cap,
Had settled our brains 
for a long nap.

out on the lawn 
there arose a clatter, 
I sprang the bed 
to see was the matter. 

to the window 
I like a flash,
Tore open the
and up the sash.

The on the breast 
of the snow 
the lustre of mid-day 
to below.

When, what to
wondering should appear, 
But a sleigh, 
and eight reindeer.

With a old driver, so lively and quick, 
I in a moment 
it be St Nick.

More rapid eagles 
his they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, 
and called by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! 
now, and Vixen! 
On, Comet! On, Cupid! 
on, on and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! 
to the top of the wall! 
Now dash away! Dash away! away all!"

As dry leaves that
the wild fly, 
When meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. 

So up to the
the coursers flew,
With the sleigh of Toys, 
and St too.

And then, in a twinkling, 
I heard on the
The prancing and
of little hoof. 

As I in my head, 
and was around,
Down the chimney St
with a bound.

He was all in fur, 
his head to his foot, 
And his clothes were all tarnished ashes and soot. 

A of Toys 
he had on his back,
And he looked a peddler, 
opening his pack.

His they twinkled! 
his how merry! 
His cheeks were roses, 
his like a cherry!

His droll mouth 
was drawn up a bow, 
And the beard of his
was as as the snow.

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

He had a broad
and a little belly,
That when he laughed, 
like a of jelly!

He was and plump, 
a jolly old elf, 
And I laughed I saw him, in spite of myself! 

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

He not a word, 
but straight to his work, 
And all the stockings, 
turned with a jerk. 

And laying his
of his nose,
And a nod, 
up the he rose!

He to his sleigh, 
to his team a whistle, 
And they all flew 
the down of a thistle.

But I him exclaim, 
'ere he out of sight, 
"Happy to all, 
and to all a good-night!"