Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

Twas the before christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse.
The were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that st nicholas soon be there.

The children were nestled all in their beds,
While of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap,
Had just our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
I sprang the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window i like a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.

The on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of to objects below.
When, what to my wondering should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer.

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a it must be st nick.
rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and them by name!

"now dasher! now, dancer! now, and vixen!
On, comet! on, cupid! on, on and blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild fly,
When meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the sleigh of toys, and st nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the
The prancing and of each little 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 clothes were all 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 cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow.

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 chubby and plump, a jolly old elf,
And i when i saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a of his head,
Soon gave me to i had nothing to dread.

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 a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team a whistle,
And they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But i him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"happy to all, and to all a good-night!