Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter
I from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a
open the shutters and threw up the sash

The on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects
When, to my wondering eyes should appear
But a sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer

With a little old driver, so lively and
I in a moment it must be St. Nick
More rapid eagles his coursers they 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! dash away! dash all!"

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

And then, in a twinkling, I on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little
As I drew in my hand, and was around
Down the St. Nicholas came with a bound

He was dressed all in fur, from his to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished ashes and soot
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 were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow

The of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his like a wreath
He had a broad face and a round belly
shook, when he laughed like 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 not a word, but went straight to his work
And all the stockings, then turned with a jerk
And laying his aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he

He sprang to his sleigh, to his gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he out of sight
"Happy to all, and to all a good-night"