Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the Feast of
When the lay 'round about
and crisp and even

Brightly the moon that night
the frost was cruel
When a man came in sight
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 league
Underneath the
Right against the forest
By Saint Agnes'

Sire, the is darker now
And the wind stronger
Fails my heart, I not how
I can go no

Mark my footsteps, my good
Tread thou in boldly
Thou shall the winter's rage
thy blood less coldly

In his steps he trod
the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
Which the had printed

Therefore, men rejoice
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the
Shall yourselves find