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 were by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be
The were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of 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 such a
I sprang 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 on the breast of the new-fallen snow
the lustre of mid-day to objects below
When, what to my eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer

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

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

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

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot
And his clothes all tarnished with ashes and soot
A of toys 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 droll mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the of his chin was as white as the snow

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

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of
A of his eye and a twist of his head
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 turned with a
And laying his finger of his nose
And giving a nod, up the 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"