Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

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

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

Sire, the is darker now
And the wind stronger
my heart, I know not how
I can go no
Mark my footsteps my page
Tread in them boldly
Thou find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less

In his master's he trod
the snow lay dented
Heat was in the sod
Which the saint had
Therefore, Christian men, be
Wealth or possessing
Ye who now will the poor
Shall yourselves blessing