Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

When out on the lawn there such a clatter
I sprang the bed to see what was the matter
to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the and threw up the sash

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

With a little old driver, so and quick
I knew in a it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called 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! away all!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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