Luyện nghe bài hát Memoirs: A Trilogy

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Follow the
Or down your own road
Designing fate
Hear what your says
Still you decide way to go
Your life's an gate

(CHORUS)
'Le bon et 'le mal
are the voices
We nous somme
We the choices

of laughter
Dancing in distant
With the tears of undone
Dreams we chase
us the key to any door
We are what we

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Holding and
We face the calm, we face the
As we learn to win and
and speaking
Still we hear what we to hear
Our life is to choose

Good Wenceslaus

Good Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen.
When the lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering fuel.

Hither page and by me if thou knowst it telling
peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Agnes' fountain.

Bring me and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
Thou and I see him dine when we bear them thither
Page and forth they went, forth they went together
Through the winds wild lament, and the bitter weather.

Sire the night is darker now, and the blows stronger
Fails my heart, I not how, I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps my page, tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly.

In his master's steps he where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod which the saint had
Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.

Hark the Angels Sing

Angels we heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the
And the in reply
Echo back their strains

O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)

Come to and see
(Gloria O Gloria)
Him whose birth the sing
(Gloria O Gloria)
adore on bended knee
Christ the the newborn king

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x4)

we have heard on high
(Gloria O Gloria)
Sweetly singing the plains
(Gloria O Gloria)
Jesus Lord of and earth
With us our Savior's birth

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x8)