Christmas Carol |
Christmas Carol
Go unto the palm trees,
holy angels,
that my Son is falling asleep,
hold the palms.
Palm trees of Belen
that move with the air
the furious winds
that sound so much,
do not make noise,
run slower:
that my Son is falling asleep,
hold the palms!
The Divine Child
that is tired
of crying on earth,
for his rest,
wants to stop a bit
from the tender cry;
my Son is falling asleep,
hold the palms!
Rigorous ice
are surrounding him,
you see that I do not have
something to wrap him up with;
divine angels,
that fly,
my Son is falling asleep
hold the palms!
Lope de Vega.
Instructions: It touches one of
the buttons with the lettering to a, b and c.
The guessed right letter puts itself of red color.
Comprehension Test
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