Luyện nghe bài hát The Seasons

Come all you lads and lasses, I'd have you give
To these few I'm about to write here,
'Tis of the four seasons of the year I shall mention,
The of all things doth appear.
And now you are and all in your prosperity,
Come cheer up your and revive like the spring
Join off in pairs like the birds in
That St. Day it forth do bring.

Then cometh Spring, which all the doth nourish;
The are beginning to be decked with green,
The trees put forth their and the blossoms they do flourish,
And the tender blades of on the earth are to be seen.
Don't you see the little lambs by the a-playing?
The cuckoo is singing in the grove.
The flowers are springing, the maids they go a-Maying,
In love all seem now to move.

Next cometh Autumn with the sun so hot and
The goes forth with his dog and his gun
To down the woodcock, the partridge and the pheasant,
For and for profit as well as for fun.
Behold, with apple-trees the farmer is befriended,
They will fill up his casks that have long dry.
All nature seems to now, her task is nearly ended,
And more of the seasons will by and by.

When night comes on song and tale we pass the wintry hours;
By up a cheerful heart we hope for better days.
We tend the cattle, sow the seed, give unto the ploughers,
patience wait till winter yields before the sun's fair rays.
And so the world goes round and round, and every time and
With pleasure and profit crowns the passage of the year,
And so through time of life, to him who acts with reason,
The of all things doth appear.