Luyện nghe bài hát St. Stephen

Saint with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes
garden in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all

Stephen in his time, well he may and he may decline
Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would if he only knew how
Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to
Hell halfway now and then
Stephen it up and lower down and lower down again

Lady finger, in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky
Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and the day goodbye

Speeding arrow, and narrow
What a lot of fleeting matters you have
Several seasons their treasons
Wrap the in scarlet colors, call it your own
Did he doubt or did he try? Answers in the bye and bye
Talk about plenty, talk about your ills
One man gathers what another man

Saint Stephen will remain, all he's he shall regain
washed by the suds and foam,
Been so long, he's got to calling it home

Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of own
Can you answer, yes I can
But what be the answer to the answer man?