Luyện nghe bài hát St. Stephen

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

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

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, "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 fleeting you have spurned
Several with their treasons
Wrap the babe in colors, call it your own
Did he doubt or did he try? aplenty in the bye and bye
Talk about your plenty, talk your ills
One man gathers what man spills

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, that curious sense of your own
Can you answer, yes I can
But what would be the answer to the answer