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 stockings were hung by the chimney care
In hopes that St. soon would be there
The were 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 settled our brains for a winter's nap

When out on the lawn there such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the
Away to the window I like a flash
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 eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer

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

As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly
When they 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 and pawing of each little hoof
As I in my hand, and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a

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

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

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

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf
And I laughed I saw him, in spite of myself
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 chimney he

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