Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

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

When out on the there arose such a clatter
I sprang the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and up the sash

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

With a little old driver, so and quick
I knew in a it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his coursers they
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by

"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 that the wild hurricane 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 heard on the
The prancing and of each little hoof
As I in my hand, and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a

He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
A bundle of toys he had on his back
And he looked like a 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 white as the

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 little round
That shook, when he laughed like a of jelly

He was chubby and plump, a right 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 I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word, but went to his work
And filled all the stockings, then 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 gave a
And away 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"