Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

The were nestled all snug in their beds,
visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long nap.

When out on the lawn there such a clatter,
I from the bed to see what was the matter.
to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the and threw up the sash.

The on the breast of the new-fallen snow
the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering should appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called 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 away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that the wild hurricane fly,
they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the they flew,
the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

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

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished ashes and soot.
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, opening his pack.

His eyes-how twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow,
And the of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath.
He had a face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, a bowlful of jelly!

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,
Soon me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then with a jerk.
And laying his aside of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his gave a whistle,
And they 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!"