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 hung by the chimney care
In the that St. Nicholas soon would be there

The children nestled 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 there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the
Away to the I flew with a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the

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

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

"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, away, dash away, dash away all"

As dry leaves before the wild fly
When meet with an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the the coursers they flew
With a full of toys and St. Nicholas too

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

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

His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry
His droll little mouth was 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 like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little belly
That shook he laughed, ho, ho, ho, ho
Like a bowl 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
Soon me to know I had nothing to dread

He not a word but went straight to his work
Filled all the stockings and turned with a
And laying a to the side 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 like the of a thistle
But I him exclaim as he drove out of sight
"Merry to all and to all, goodnight, goodnight"