Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

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

The children were all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums in their heads;
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had our heads for a long winter's nap,
When out on the there a rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see was the matter.

Away to the I flew like a flash,
open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon was shining on the snow
When the look right on the ground below,
When, what to my wondering should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer,

a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it be St. Nick.
More faster than eagles the came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called by name;

"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 away! dash away! dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the
The prancing and of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came a bound.
He was all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all with ashes and soot;
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he like a peddler just opening his pack.

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

He had a face and a little round belly,
That shook, 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 spoke not a word, but straight to his work,
And all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his aside of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team a whistle,
And away they all flew like the of a thistle.
But I him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry to all, and good-night."