Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

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

The children 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

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

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

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

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

As dry leaves before the hurricane fly
they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the coursers they
a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too

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

He was all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
A bundle of he had flung on his back
And he looked like a just opening his pack

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

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

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

He not a word but went straight to his work
Filled all the stockings and turned a jerk
And laying a finger to the of his nose
And a nod up the chimney he rose

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