Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the feast of
the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and
Brightly the moon that night
Though the frost was
When a man came in sight
Gath'ring winter

"Hither, page, and by me
If thou it, telling
peasant, who is he?
Where and his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good hence
the mountain
Right against the forest
By Saint fountain."

"Bring me bread and bring me
Bring me pine logs
Thou and I will see him
we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth went
Forth they went
Through the rude wind's lament
And the weather

In his steps he trod
Where the snow lay
Heat was in the sod
Which the had printed
Therefore, every men, be
or rank possessing
Ye who now will the poor
yourselves find blessing

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the of Stephen
When the lay round about
Deep and crisp and
shone the moon that night
Though the was cruel
a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring fuel