Luyện nghe bài hát The Three Kings And I (what Really Happened)

O night
The are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear savior's

Now you all heard the story Bethlehem
How the child was born and the three men
Heard the preacher tell it like the preacher
But let me you, children,
not how it was

Now you ask me what I'm talking about
But I know the that they all left out

Now do you what I said
That Herod wanted those men dead
But on that blessed
My great great great great great granddad
He saved kings

Now granddad made his
jazz you see
But wasn't big around one A.D.
So he got himself a job in the palace
Where he heard about three
In the desert

Let me tell you children at any time
kings in the desert that's a real rare find

But heard of it too
And when he heard his curiosity
So he asked those to drop by
And my great great great great great

He why

So the told old Herod
they had come here
To find a newborn of kings
Who'd our sins
Then herod his guards
To follow Magi
And that the king around here
Was be him

Then he his soldiers as I recall
When they found that child, to kill all
But granddad overheard what said
And he had to act fast or else all be dead

So got to those kings
Filled them in on the plan, them everything
When they heard he had in store
grabbed the gold
The
The myrrh, the
The desert
And when found
His was sound
followed granddad out the back door

And what a
It have been
But when God is on your
You kinda' know in the end
You're win

traveled fast
They far
And in the end found
That they were with the Child
the star

And so you see reached the end
Of our
granddad and the kings
Reached that on the hill
And while I said
Three in the desert is a rare sight
Angels singing in the desert that's far still

Now I ain't that the bible was wrong
But ya' see the tale
have taken too long
'Cause way then in the promised land
Every they sold,
It had to be written by

And granddad lived a life
Stayed friends with kings
And found a good
And eventually I along
But my children
That my
That's song

The next letter a receipt
For one toy bear
Donating it to a small shop
But somehow it was there

For attics have their
And will have theirs, too
who once held or loved them
When last were new

Whether they were made of
Or they cotton stuffed
Or how had been left here
When were not enough

And so it's here that they wait
reality and dream
Hoping all will be
And that all can be

Then in the of the wind
Whistling a door
She she heard the sound of children
That had held toy before

And she thought to herself
As she now held it in her
That no one could all the world
But we save who we can

So she placed it her candle
For she had decided in her
That when she this attic
He would not be left