Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

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

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

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

In his step he trod
Where the snow lay
Heat was in the sod
Which the Saint had
Therefore, men, be sure
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now will bless the
Shall yourselves blessing.