Luyện nghe bài hát Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the before 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 were nestled 
all snug in beds, 
While of sugar-plums danced in their heads. 

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

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

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

The moon on the
of the snow 
Gave the of mid-day 
to below.

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

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

More than eagles 
his coursers 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 before 
the hurricane fly, 
they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. 

So up to the
the coursers flew,
With the 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,
Down the St Nicholas 
with a bound.

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

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

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

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

The stump of a
he held in his teeth, 
And the it encircled 
his like a wreath. 

He had a broad
and a round belly,
That shook he laughed, 
a bowlful of jelly!

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

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

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

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

He to his sleigh, 
to his team a whistle, 
And away 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!"