Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

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

The children nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums in their heads
And mom in her and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long nap

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

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

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

"On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and
On Comet, on Cupid, on and Blitzen
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 meet with an mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the coursers flew
With a full of toys and St. Nicholas too

And in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing, the pawing of each little
As I in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a

He was all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with and soot
A of toys he had flung on his back
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 mouth was drawn up in a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the

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

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of
A wink of his eye and a twist of his
Soon gave me to know I had to dread

He spoke not a word but straight to his work
Filled all the stockings and 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 team a whistle
And they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of
"Merry to all and to all, goodnight, goodnight"