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 hung 
by the with care, 
In that St Nicholas 
soon be there.

The children nestled 
all in their beds, 
While visions of sugar-plums in their heads. 

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

out on the lawn 
there such a clatter, 
I from the bed 
to see was the matter. 

Away to the
I like a flash,
open the shutters 
and up the sash.

The on the breast 
of the new-fallen
Gave the lustre of
to below.

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

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

rapid than 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 away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

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

So up to the
the they flew,
the sleigh full of Toys, 
and St too.

And then, in a twinkling, 
I on the roof
The prancing and
of each hoof. 

As I in my head, 
and was around,
the chimney St Nicholas 
came a bound.

He was all in fur, 
his head to his foot, 
And his clothes all tarnished with 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 little mouth 
was up like a bow, 
And the of his chin 
was as as the snow.

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

He had a face 
and a round belly,
That when he laughed, 
like a of jelly!

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

A wink of his
and a of his head,
Soon me to know 
I had to dread.

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

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

He to his sleigh, 
to his gave a whistle, 
And away all flew 
like the of a thistle.

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