Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out, On the Feast of Stephen,
When the lay round about,
Deep and and even;
shone the moon that night,
though the frost was
When a man came in sight,
Gathering fuel.

"Hither, page, and by me,
If though it, telling,
peasent, who is he?"
Where and his dwelling?
"Sire, he a good league hence,
the mountain;
Right against the fence,
By Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh, and me wine,
Bring me logs hither;
and I will see him dine,
When we bear thither."
Page and monarch, forth went,
they went together;
Thro' the rude wind's lament
And the weather.

"Sire, the is darker now,
And the wind stronger;
Fails my heart, I not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my page;
Tread in them boldly;
shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy less coldly."

In his master's he trod,
the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the sod
Which the had printed.
Therefore, men, be sure,
Wealth or possesing,
Ye who now bless the poor,
Shall find blessing.