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

Lo, How a E'er Blooming
Lo, how a rose blooming
From tender hath sprung,
Of lineage coming,
As men of old sung.
It came a fl bright
the cold of winter
When was the night.
'twas foretold it,
This that I have in mind.
And with we behold it,
The Virgin so sweet and so kind.
To God's love aright,
She to men a Saviour
half-spent was the night.
7 Cold
What art thou who from below
made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting
See'st not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous
old,
Far, far unfi t to bear the cold?
I can scarcely move or my breath:
Let me, let me, let me again to death.