Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the of Stephen
When the lay 'round about
Deep and and even

Brightly shone the moon night
Though the was cruel
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 a good league hence
the mountain
Right the forest fence
By Saint fountain

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

my footsteps, my good page
Tread in them boldly
Thou shall the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood coldly

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

Therefore, Christian men
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now bless the poor
Shall yourselves find