Luyện nghe bài hát 'twas The Night Before Christmas

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

The children were nestled all 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 arose such a
I sprang my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew a flash
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

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

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

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

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

He was dressed all in fur from his to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with and soot
A of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked a peddler just opening his pack

His eyes, how twinkled, his dimples, how merry
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 in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his head 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 right old elf
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of
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
Filled all the stockings and turned a jerk
And laying a 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 they all like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he out of sight
"Merry to all and to all, goodnight, goodnight"