Luyện nghe bài hát St. Stephen

Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the he goes
Country garden in the wind and the
he goes the people all complain

Stephen prospered in his time, 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 twixt now and
Stephen fill it up and down and lower down again

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

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

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

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