Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the of Stephen,
When the lay round about
and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon night
the frost was cruel
When a man came 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 good hence
Underneath the
Right against the forest
By Saint fountain

Bring me flesh and bring me
Bring me pine hither
Thou and I will see him
we bear them thither
Page and monarch, they went
Forth went together
Through the rude 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 footsteps my good
thou in them boldly
Thou find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less

In his master's he trod
the snow lay dented
was in the very sod
Which the had printed
Therefore, men, be sure
Wealth or possessing
Ye who now will bless the
Shall find blessing