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 stockings were hung by the with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon be there
The children were nestled, all snug in their
While visions of sugar-plums in their heads
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Had just settled our brains for a long 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 like a flash
open the shutters and threw up the sash

The moon on the of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects
When, what to my wondering eyes appear
But a miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer

a little old driver, so lively and quick
I in a moment it must be St. Nick
More 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 leaves that before the wild fly
When they meet with an obstacle, 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 little hoof
As I drew in my hand, and was around
Down the chimney St. came with 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 looked like a just opening his pack

His eyes, how twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his 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 pipe he held tight in his
And the smoke, it encircled his like a wreath
He had a broad face and a round belly
shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly

He was and plump, a right jolly old elf
And I laughed I saw him, in spite 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 straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, then turned a jerk
And laying his aside of his nose
And a nod, up the chimney he rose

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