Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The stockings were by the chimney with care
In hopes St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled, all snug in their
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their
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 window I flew a flash
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

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

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

As dry that before the wild 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 heard on the
The prancing and pawing of each hoof
As I drew in my hand, and was turning
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 ashes and soot
A bundle of he had flung on his back
And he looked a peddler just opening his pack

His eyes, how twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little 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 his head 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 right old elf
And I laughed when I saw him, in of myself
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 went straight to his
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a
And laying his finger aside of his
And a nod, up the chimney he rose

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