Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

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

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

When out on the lawn there arose such a
I sprang from my bed to see what was the
Away to the window I flew a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the

The moon on the of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of to objects below
And what to my wondering eyes should
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny

With a old driver so lively and quick
Well, I knew in a moment, it must be St.
rapid than eagles, his coursers they came
And he whistled and he shouted and he called by name

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

As dry leaves the wild hurricane fly
When they with an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the they flew
a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas 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 St. Nicholas came with a bound

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

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

And the stump of a pipe, he held in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his head a wreath
He had a face and a little round belly
That shook 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 of myself
A wink of his eye and a of his head
gave me to know I had nothing to dread

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

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