Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas would be there
The children were nestled, all in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums 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 a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the
to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

The moon on the of the new-fallen snow
Gave the of mid-day to objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes appear
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny

a little old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a it must be St. Nick
rapid than eagles 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 dash away! dash away! dash all!"

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

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

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his
And his clothes all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had on his back
And he looked a peddler just opening his pack

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

The stump of a he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke, it his head like a wreath
He had a face and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed like a of jelly

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

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his
And all the stockings, then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his
And giving a nod, up the chimney he

He to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
And away 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"