Luyện nghe bài hát Memoirs: A Trilogy

The

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

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

Echoes of
Dancing in distant
the tears of hearts undone
Dreams we after
us the key to any door
We are what we

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Holding and
We the calm, we face the fear
As we to win and love
Voices and
Still we hear we want to hear
Our life is ours to

Good King

Good Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay round about, and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the was cruel,
a poor man came in sight, gathering winter 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 the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.

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

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

In his steps he trod where the snow lay dinted
was in the very sod which the saint had printed
Therefore Christian men be sure, wealth or possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor, shall find blessing.

the Herald Angels Sing

Angels we have on high
Sweetly singing the plains
And the mountains in
back their joyus strains

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x4)

to Bethlehem and see
(Gloria O Gloria)
Him whose the angels sing
(Gloria O Gloria)
Come adore on knee
Christ the Lord the newborn

O Gloria in excelsis Deo (x4)

Angels we have on high
(Gloria O Gloria)
Sweetly o'er the plains
(Gloria O Gloria)
Lord of heav'n and earth
With us sing our birth

Gloria O Gloria in Deo (x8)