Luyện nghe bài hát Twas The Night Before Christmas

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE
WRITER CLEMENT MOORE

T'was the night before Christmas, when all the house
Not a creature was stirring, --not even a
The stockings were by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums in their heads;
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and up the sash.
The moon on the of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was around, Down the chimney 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 bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his how merry!
His were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the
The of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little belly,
That shook, he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had to dread;
He spoke not a word, but straight to his work,
And all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the of a thistle.
But I him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."