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 that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled, all in their beds
While visions of 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 there arose such a clatter
I from 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 breast of the snow
Gave the lustre of to objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes appear
But a miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer

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

As dry that 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 of toys, and St. Nicholas too

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a
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"