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 hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas would be there
The children were nestled, all snug in 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 arose a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter
Away to the window I flew a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the

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

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

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

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

He was dressed all in fur, from his to his foot
And his clothes were all with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had on his back
And he like 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 was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow

The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his head a wreath
He had a broad and a little round belly
That shook, 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 wink of his eye and a of his head
Soon gave me to I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word, but went to his work
And filled all the stockings, then turned a jerk
And his finger aside 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 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"