Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night Christmas, when all through the house
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be
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 our brains for a long winter's 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 like a
open the shutters and threw up the sash

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

With a old driver, so lively and quick
I in a moment it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his coursers they
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 leaves 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 on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each hoof
As I in my hand, and was turning around
the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound

He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot
And his were all tarnished with ashes 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 like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little was drawn up like a bow
And the of his chin was as white as the snow

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

He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf
And I when I saw him, in spite of myself
A of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had to dread

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

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