Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

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

The children were 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 down for a long nap

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

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

a little 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 whistled and he shouted and he called by name

"On Dasher, on Dancer, on and Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and
To the top of the porch, to the top of the
Now, away, dash away, dash away all"

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

And then in a twinkling, I on the roof
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 from his to his foot
And his were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler opening his pack

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

And the stump of a pipe, he held tight in his
And the smoke, it his head like a wreath
He had a face and a little round belly
shook when he laughed, ho, ho, ho, ho
Like a full of jelly, ho, ho, ho, ho

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf
And I when 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 with a jerk
And a finger to the side of his nose
And a nod up the chimney he rose

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