Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse
The stockings were hung by the with care
In that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled, all snug in their
While of sugar-plums danced in their heads
And in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Had settled our brains for a long winter's nap

When out on the lawn there arose such a
I sprang from the bed to see what was the
Away to the window I flew like a
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, to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh, and tiny reindeer

With a old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a 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 away! dash away! dash away all!"

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

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

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with 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 like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his
And the smoke, it encircled his head a wreath
He had a broad face and a round belly
That shook, when he 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 twist of his
gave me to know I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word, but straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, then with a jerk
And his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a
And they all flew 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"