Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

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

The moon on the breast of the snow
Gave the of mid-day to objects below
When, what to my wondering should appear
But a miniature sleigh, and tiny reindeer

With a old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St.
rapid than eagles his coursers 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 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 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 turning
Down the St. Nicholas came with a bound

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his
And his clothes were all with ashes and soot
A of toys 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 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 encircled his like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little 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 of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to

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

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a
And away they all 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"