Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

The were 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 for a long winter's nap.

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

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
Gave the luster of to objects 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 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 the coursers they flew,
the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

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

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with 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 like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little mouth was 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 smoke it encircled his head 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 laughed when I saw him, in of myself!
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went to his work,
And all the stockings, then 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 they all flew 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!"