Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

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

The children were nestled all snug in beds
While visions of plums danced in their heads
And mom in her and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long nap

When out on the lawn 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 and threw up the sash

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

With a little old driver so 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 Donner and
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 meet with an mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the 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 with a bound

He was dressed all in fur his head 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 just opening his pack

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

And the stump of a pipe, he tight in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his like a wreath
He had a broad and a little round belly
That shook 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 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 straight to his
all the stockings and turned with a jerk
And a finger 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 they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of
"Merry to all and to all, goodnight, goodnight"