Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

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

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

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

Sire, the is darker now
And the wind stronger
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 blood coldly

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

Therefore, men rejoice
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now bless the poor
Shall find blessing