Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Hither, page, and by me
If thou knowst it
peasant, who is he
Where and what his
Sire, he a good league hence
Underneath the
Right against the fence
By Agnes fountain

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

Sire, the is darker now
And the blows stronger
my heart, I know not how
I can go no
Mark my my good page
thou in them boldly
Thou find the winter's rage
thy blood less coldly

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