Luyện nghe bài hát St. Stephen

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

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

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

arrow, sharp and narrow
What a lot of fleeting matters you have
seasons with their treasons
Wrap the in scarlet colors, call it your own
Did he doubt or did he Answers aplenty in the bye and bye
Talk about your plenty, about your ills
One man what another man spills

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

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