Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the Feast of
When the snow lay about
and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that
Though the frost was
When a poor man in sight
winter fuel

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

"Bring me and bring me wine
me pine-logs hither
Thou and I shall see him
When we bear thither."
and monarch, forth they went
Forth they together
Through the rude wind's wild
And the weather.

"Sire, the is darker now
And the blows stronger
Fails my heart, I not how
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my page
thou in them boldly
Thou shall the winter's rage
thy blood less coldly."

In his step he trod
Where the snow lay
was in the very sod
Which the Saint had
Therefore, Christian men, be
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will the poor
Shall find blessing.