Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly shone the that night
Though the was cruel
a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter

Hither, page, and by me
If know'st it, telling
peasant, who is he?
Where and his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league
Underneath the
Right against the fence
By Saint fountain

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

Mark my footsteps, my good
Tread thou in them
Thou shall find the rage
Freeze thy less coldly

In his master's steps he
Where the lay dinted
was in the very sod
Which the Saint had

Therefore, men rejoice
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will the poor
Shall yourselves blessing