Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good king looked out
On the feast of
When the lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and
Though the frost was
When a poor man in sight
Gath'ring winter

"Hither, page, and by me
If thou it, telling
peasant, who is he?
Where and his dwelling?"
"Sire
He a good league hence
Underneath the
By saint fountain"

"Bring me and bring me wine
Bring me pine-logs
and i shall see him dine
When we bear thither"
Page and monarch, forth they
Forth they went
Through the rude wind's wild
And the weather

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

In his master's he trod
Where the snow lay
was in the very sod
Which the had printed
Therefore, christian men, be
or rank possessing
Ye, who now bless the poor
Shall yourselves find