Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He spoke not a word, but straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, then with a jerk
And laying his aside of his nose
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"