Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the of Stephen,
When the snow lay round
Deep and crisp and
shone the moon that night
Though the frost was
When a poor man in sight
Gathering winter

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

Bring me flesh and me wine
Bring me logs hither
and I will see him dine
When we them thither
Page and monarch, they went
Forth they went
the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter

Sire, the is darker now
And the wind blows
Fails my heart, I not how
I can go no
my footsteps my good page
Tread thou in boldly
Thou shalt the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less

In his steps he trod
Where the snow lay
was in the very sod
Which the saint had
Therefore, Christian men, be
Wealth or rank
Ye who now will bless the
Shall find blessing