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 stockings 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 plums 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 from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I with a flash
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

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

With a little old driver so lively and
Well, I knew in a moment, it be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles, his coursers came
And he and he shouted 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 leaves before the wild fly
When they with an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and St. too

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the
The prancing, the pawing of each little
As I drew in my and was turning around
Down the St. Nicholas came 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 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 were like roses, his like a cherry
His droll little mouth was up in a bow
And the beard on his chin was as as the snow

And the stump of a pipe, he held in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his head a wreath
He had a broad and a little round belly
That when he laughed, ho, ho, ho, ho
Like a full 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 gave me to know I had to dread

He spoke not a word but straight to his work
all the stockings and turned with a jerk
And laying a finger to the side of his
And a nod up the chimney he rose

He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team a whistle
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"