Luyện nghe bài hát In Praise Of Christmas

All to the days that merit more praise
Than all the of the year,
And welcome the nights that delights
As for the poor as the peer!
Good fortune each merry man's friend
doth but the best that he may,
Forgetting old wrongs carols and songs
To drive the cold away.

Tis ill for a to anger inclined
To think of small now,
If wrath be to seek, do not lend her your
Nor let her thy brow.
out of thy books malevolent looks,
Both and youth's decay,
And wholly with mirth and sport
To the cold winter away.

This time of the year is spent in good
And together do meet,
To sit by the fire, with desire,
Each other in to greet.
Old forgot are put in the pot,
All aside they lay,
The old and the doth carol this song,
To drive the cold away.

Christmas's tide comes in a like a bride,
With and ivy clad,
days in the year much mirth and good cheer
In household is had.
The country guise is to devise
gambols of Christmas play,
Whereat the men do the best that they can
To drive the winter away.