Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

The children were all snug in their beds,
visions 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 there such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
Away to the window I flew a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.

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

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his 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 away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

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

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

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

His eyes-how twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as 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 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 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 went to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned 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 away they all 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!"