Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the Feast of
the snow lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and

shone the moon that night
Though the frost was
When a poor man in sight
winter fuel

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

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

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

Mark my footsteps, my good
Tread in them boldly
Thou shall find the 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
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now will bless the
Shall find blessing