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 through the
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the with care,
In hopes St. Nicholas soon would be there;
One, two, three, four, no, Dave, don't we hear some more!

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

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

With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More than eagles the reindeer came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and them 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 with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with and soot;
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His cute 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 and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in of myself;
A wink of his eye and a of his head,
Soon gave me to I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went 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 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."