Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

Hey, Dave, 'twas the before Christmas we'll go!
Hi, boys, I go!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all the house
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse;
The stockings hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. soon would be there;
One, two, three, four, no, Dave, we wanna hear some more!

The children were all snug in their beds,
While visions of danced in their heads;
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had settled our heads for a long nap,
When out on the there a rose such a clatter,
I from my 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 was shining on the snow
When the look will on the ground below,
When, to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so and quick,
I in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More than eagles the reindeer came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! away! dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I on the roof
The and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was around,
Down the chimney St. came with 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 like a peddler just his pack.

His eyes -- how twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His cute little was just like a bow,
And the of his chin was as white as the snow;

He had a broad face and a round belly,
That shook, a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,
And I when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a of his head,
Soon me to know I had nothing to dread;

He not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned a jerk,
And laying his finger of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he
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,
"Merry to all, and good-night."