Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the of Stephen,
When the snow lay round
Deep and crisp and
Brightly shone the moon night
the frost was cruel
When a man came in sight
Gathering winter

Hither, page, and by me
If knowst it telling
peasant, who is he
Where and what his
Sire, he lives a good league
the mountain
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 them
and monarch, forth they went
Forth went together
Through the rude wind's wild
And the bitter

Sire, the night is now
And the wind blows
Fails my heart, I not how
I can go no
Mark my footsteps my good
Tread thou in boldly
Thou shalt find the rage
Freeze thy blood coldly

In his steps he trod
the snow lay dented
Heat was in the sod
Which the had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be
Wealth or rank
Ye who now bless the poor
Shall yourselves blessing