Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. soon would be there
The children were nestled, all in their beds
While of sugar-plums danced in their heads
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Had settled our brains for a long winter's nap

When out on the lawn there arose such a
I sprang the 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 on the of the new-fallen snow
the lustre of mid-day to objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes should
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny

With a little old driver, so and quick
I knew in a 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, and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry that before the wild hurricane fly
When they with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the house-top the coursers they
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. too

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, his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
A bundle of he had flung on his back
And he looked a peddler just opening his pack

His eyes, how twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow
And the beard of his was as white as the snow

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a
He had a broad face and a little round
That shook, he laughed like a bowlful of jelly

He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf
And I laughed I saw him, in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his
And filled all the stockings, 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 they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of
"Happy to all, and to all a good-night"