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 came in
Gath'ring fuel

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

"Bring me flesh and bring me
Bring me hither
Thou and i see him dine
we bear them thither"
Page and monarch, forth they
Forth they went
Through the rude wind's lament
And the bitter

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

In his master's step he
Where the lay dinted
was in the very sod
Which the had printed
Therefore, men, be sure
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now will bless the
yourselves find blessing