Luyện nghe bài hát We Three Kings of Orient Are

We three of Orient are,
Bearing we traverse afar,
and fountain, morr and mountain,
Following Star.

O, of wonder, star of might,
Star royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, proceeding,
us to the perfect light.

Born a babe on plain;
Gold we bring to Him again;
King forever, never,
us all to reign.

Frankincense to have I;
Incense owns a Deity
and praising, all men raising,
Him, God on High.

Myrrh is mine; its bitter
Breathes a of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
in the stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now Him arise,
and God and sacrifice,
sings, "Hallelujah!"
Hallejujah!" replies.