Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The stockings were hung by the chimney care
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be

The were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar danced in their heads
And mom in her and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a winter's nap

out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see was the matter
Away to the window I with a flash
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash

The moon on the breast of the new snow
Gave a luster of midday to below
And what to my wondering eyes should
But a miniature sleigh and eight reindeer

With a little old so lively and quick
Well, I in a moment, it must be St. Nick
More rapid eagles, his coursers they came
And he whistled and he and he called them by name

"On Dasher, on Dancer, on and Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid, on and Blitzen
To the top of the porch, to the top of the
Now, away, dash away, dash away all"

As dry before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and St. too

And then in a twinkling, I on the roof
The prancing, the pawing of each hoof
As I drew in my and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas with a bound

He was dressed all in fur from his to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his
And he like a peddler just opening his pack

His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how
His cheeks were roses, his nose like a cherry
His little mouth was drawn up in a bow
And the on his chin was as white as the snow

And the stump of a pipe, he held in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a
He had a broad and a little round belly
shook when he laughed, ho, ho, ho, ho
Like a bowl of jelly, ho, ho, ho, ho

He was and plump, a right jolly old elf
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of
A of his eye and a twist of his head
gave me to know I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a but went straight to his work
all the stockings and turned with a jerk
And laying a to the side of his nose
And giving a nod up the he rose

He sprang to his sleigh, and to his gave a whistle
And they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him as he drove out of sight
"Merry to all and to all, goodnight, goodnight"