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 chimney with
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 just settled for a long winter's nap

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

The on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave a of midday to objects below
And what to my wondering eyes should
But a miniature sleigh and tiny reindeer

With a little old driver so lively and
Well, I knew in a moment, it must be St.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they
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, dash away, dash away, dash all"

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

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the
The prancing, the of each little hoof
As I in my head and was turning around
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 of toys he had flung on his back
And he like a peddler just opening his pack

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

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 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 spite of
A of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had to dread

He not a word but went straight to his work
all the stockings and turned with 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 they all flew the down of a thistle
But I heard him as he drove out of sight
"Merry to all and to all, goodnight, goodnight"