Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all the house
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse.
The stockings were by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. soon would be there.

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

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
Away to the I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and up the sash.

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

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid eagles his coursers they 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 dash away! Dash away! Dash all!"

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

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the
The prancing and pawing of each hoof.
As I in my head, 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 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 they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his was as white as the snow.

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 round belly,
That shook he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in 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, turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose!

He to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, he drove out of sight,
"Happy to all, and to all a good-night!"