Luyện nghe bài hát Twas The Night Before Christmas

TWAS THE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
WRITER CLEMENT CLARK

T'was the night before Christmas, when all the house
Not a creature was stirring, --not even a
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, 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 the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering 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 than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry that before the wild 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 of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot,
And his clothes all tarnished with ashes 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 were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little mouth was up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a of jelly.
He was and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of
A wink of his eye and a of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to
He spoke not a word, but straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then with a jerk,
And his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he
He sprang to his sleigh, to his gave a whistle,
And away all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he out of sight,
"HAPPY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."