Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly the moon that night
Though the frost was
When a poor man came in
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 against the forest
By Saint Agnes'

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

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

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

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