Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

The children were 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 our brains for a long nap.

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
I from 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 moon on the of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to below.
When, what to my eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer.

a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I in a moment 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 before the wild hurricane fly,
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 too.

And then, in a twinkling, I on the roof
The prancing and pawing of little hoof.
As I in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came 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 like a peddler, just his pack.

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

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

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in of myself!
A wink of his eye and a 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 aside 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 the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he out of sight,
"Happy to all, and to all a good-night!"