Luyện nghe bài hát Memoirs: A Trilogy

The

Follow the
Or travel down own road
your fate
Hear what heart says
Still you which way to go
Your life's an open

(CHORUS)
'Le bon et 'le mal
are the voices
We nous liberti'
We make the

Echoes of
Dancing in corridors
the tears of hearts undone
Dreams we chase
us the key to any door
We are we become

(REPEAT CHORUS)

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

Good Wenceslaus

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

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

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

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

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

Hark the Angels Sing

we have heard on high
Sweetly singing the plains
And the in reply
Echo back joyus strains

O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)

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

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x4)

Angels we heard on high
(Gloria O Gloria)
Sweetly singing the plains
(Gloria O Gloria)
Jesus Lord of heav'n and
With us sing our birth

O Gloria in exelsis Deo (x8)