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

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

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

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it 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! away! Dash away all!"

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

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

He was dressed all in fur, from his 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 eyes-how they twinkled! his how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as 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,
shook 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 wink of his eye and a of his head,
gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He not a word, but went straight 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 away they all 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!"