Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the of Stephen,
When the snow lay round
Deep and and even
Brightly shone the moon night
Though the was cruel
When a poor man came in
Gathering fuel

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

Bring me flesh and bring me
me pine logs hither
Thou and I see him dine
we bear them thither
Page and monarch, forth went
Forth went together
Through the rude wind's lament
And the bitter

Sire, the is darker now
And the wind stronger
Fails my heart, I not how
I can go no
Mark my footsteps my good
Tread thou in them
Thou find the winter's rage
Freeze thy less coldly

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