Luyện nghe bài hát Twas The Night Before Christmas

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

The stockings were
by the chimney care, 
In hopes that St
would be there.

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

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

The moon on the
of the snow 
Gave the lustre of
to below.

When, to my 
wondering eyes appear, 
But a sleigh, 
and tinny reindeer.

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

rapid than eagles 
his coursers came,
And he whistled, and shouted, 
and them 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 that before 
the hurricane fly, 
When meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. 

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

And then, in a twinkling, 
I on the roof
The prancing and
of little 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 were all tarnished with and soot. 

A bundle of
he had on his back,
And he like a peddler, 
opening his pack.

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

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

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

He had a broad
and a little belly,
That when he laughed, 
a bowlful 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 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, 
he drove out of sight, 
"Happy to all, 
and to all a good-night!"