Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

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

The children were 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 for a long winter's nap

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

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

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

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

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

He was dressed all in fur from his head to his
And his clothes all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his
And he looked like a peddler just opening his

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

And the stump of a pipe, he held tight in his
And the smoke, it encircled his like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round
shook when 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 laughed I saw him in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his
Soon gave me to 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 finger to the side of his
And giving a nod up the he rose

He sprang to his sleigh, and to his gave a whistle
And they 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"