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 hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be
The were nestled, all snug in their beds
visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Had just settled our for a long winter's nap

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

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

With a little old driver, so lively and
I in a moment it must be St. Nick
More than eagles 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 meet an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the house-top the coursers flew
With the full of toys, and St. Nicholas too

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

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

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

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

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

He spoke not a word, but went to his work
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a
And laying his finger of his nose
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 out of sight
"Happy to all, and to all a good-night"