Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the of Stephen,
When the snow lay about
and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that
Though the frost was
When a poor man came in
Gathering fuel

Hither, page, and by me
If thou it telling
peasant, who is he
Where and his dwelling
Sire, he lives a good hence
Underneath the
Right against the forest
By Agnes 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
Forth went together
Through the rude wild lament
And the bitter

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 find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less

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