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

Lo, How a Rose Blooming
Lo, how a rose e'er
tender stem hath sprung,
Of lineage coming,
As men of old sung.
It came a fl bright
Amid the of winter
When was the night.
Isaiah 'twas it,
Rose that I have in mind.
And with we behold it,
The Virgin Mother so and so kind.
To show love aright,
She bore to men a
half-spent was the night.
7 Cold
What power art thou who below
made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of snow?
thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous
old,
Far, far unfi t to bear the bitter
I can scarcely move or my breath:
Let me, let me, let me again to death.