Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The stockings were hung by the with care
In the hopes that St. soon would be there

The children nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in 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 such a clatter
I from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the I flew with a flash
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

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

With a little old so lively and quick
Well, I knew in a moment, it be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles, his they came
And he whistled and he shouted and he 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, dash away, dash away, away all"

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

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

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

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

And the stump of a pipe, he held in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a
He had a face and a little round belly
shook when he laughed, ho, ho, ho, ho
Like a bowl 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 of his eye and a twist of his head
gave me to know I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word but went to his work
Filled all the stockings and turned with a
And a finger to the side of his nose
And giving a nod up the chimney he

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