Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

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

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

Sire, he lives a league hence
the mountain
Right against the forest
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 page
Tread thou in boldly
shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less

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

Therefore, Christian men
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the
Shall yourselves blessing