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 were hung by the with care,
In hopes St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 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 arose such a clatter,
I from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew a flash,
open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

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

As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St 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 with 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 a peddler, just opening his pack.

His they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were 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 held in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a round belly,
That when he laughed, like 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 gave me to I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned 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!"