Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a was stirring, not even 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 beds
visions 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 arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the
Away to the I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

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

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

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

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

He was dressed all in fur, from his 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 were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his was as white as the snow

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

He was and plump, a right jolly old elf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of
A of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon me to know I had nothing to dread

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

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