Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

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

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

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

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

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

"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, away all"

As dry leaves before the hurricane fly
When meet 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 heard on the
The prancing, the pawing of each little
As I drew in my head and was turning
Down the chimney St. Nicholas 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 he had flung on his back
And he looked like a just opening his pack

His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a
His little 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 his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round
That when he laughed, ho, ho, ho, ho
a bowl full of jelly, ho, ho, ho, ho

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

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