Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the of Stephen
the snow lay 'round about
Deep and and even

Brightly shone the moon that
Though the was cruel
When a man came in sight
Gath'ring fuel

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

Sire, he lives a good hence
Underneath the
Right the forest fence
By Saint Agnes'

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

Mark my footsteps, my page
Tread in them boldly
Thou find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less

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

Therefore, men rejoice
Wealth or possessing
Ye, who now bless the poor
Shall yourselves find