Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the of Stephen,
the snow lay round about
Deep and and even
shone the moon that night
the frost was cruel
When a poor man in sight
Gathering fuel

Hither, page, and by me
If knowst it telling
peasant, who is he
Where and his dwelling
Sire, he lives a league hence
Underneath the
Right against the forest
By Saint fountain

Bring me flesh and bring me
Bring me pine hither
and I will see him dine
When we bear them
Page and monarch, forth went
they went together
Through the wind's wild lament
And the weather

Sire, the night is now
And the wind blows
my heart, I know not how
I can go no
Mark my footsteps my page
thou in them boldly
Thou shalt the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood coldly

In his master's steps he
Where the snow lay
Heat was in the sod
Which the saint had
Therefore, men, be sure
Wealth or rank
Ye who now will the poor
yourselves find blessing