Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the of Stephen,
When the snow lay about
Deep and crisp and
Brightly shone the that night
the frost was cruel
When a man came in sight
Gathering fuel

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

Bring me flesh and me wine
me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him
we bear them thither
Page and monarch, forth went
Forth they went
Through the rude 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 in them boldly
shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood coldly

In his master's he trod
Where the snow lay
Heat was in the sod
Which the had printed
Therefore, men, be sure
or rank possessing
Ye who now bless the poor
yourselves find blessing