Luyện nghe bài hát Lo How A Rose e're Blooming

Lo, How a E'er Blooming
Lo, how a e'er blooming
From stem hath sprung,
Of lineage coming,
As men of old sung.
It came a fl bright
the cold of winter
When was the night.
Isaiah foretold it,
Rose that I have in mind.
And with Mary we it,
The Mother so sweet and so kind.
To show God's aright,
She bore to men a
When was the night.
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What power art thou who from
Hast made me rise unwillingly and
From of everlasting snow?
See'st thou not how stiff, how and wondrous
old,
Far, far unfi t to bear the cold?
I can move or draw my breath:
Let me, let me, let me freeze to death.