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

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

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

When out on the
arose such a clatter, 
I sprang from the
to see was the matter. 

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

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

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

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

More rapid 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 away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that
the hurricane fly, 
When they meet 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 heard on the
The prancing and
of little hoof. 

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

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

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

His they twinkled! 
his how merry! 
His cheeks like roses, 
his like 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 tight in his teeth, 
And the smoke it
his like a wreath. 

He had a face 
and a little belly,
shook when he laughed, 
like a of jelly!

He was and plump, 
a jolly old elf, 
And I laughed when I saw him, in 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 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, 
he drove out of sight, 
"Happy to all, 
and to all a good-night!"