Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas 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 sugar-plums danced in their
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 sprang my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and up the sash.
The moon outside was shining on the
When the look will right on the 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 faster 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 away! dash away! dash away all!"

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

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

He had a broad face and a little belly,
That shook, like a of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf,
And I when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to

He spoke not a word, but went to his work,
And filled all the stockings; turned with a jerk,
And his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he
He sprang to his sleigh, to his gave a whistle,
And away all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry to all, and good-night."