Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon be there
The children were nestled, all snug in their
While visions of sugar-plums danced in heads
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 a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see 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
the lustre of mid-day to objects below
When, what to my wondering should appear
But a sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer

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

As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, to the sky
So up to the house-top the coursers they
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. 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
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a

He was all in fur, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all with ashes and soot
A bundle of he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just his pack

His eyes, how twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the of his chin was as white as the snow

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

He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf
And I when I saw him, in spite of myself
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 went to his work
And filled all the stockings, then turned a jerk
And laying his finger of his nose
And a nod, up the chimney 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 drove out of
"Happy to all, and to all a good-night"