Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the of Stephen,
the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and
Brightly shone the moon that
Though the was cruel
a poor man came in sight
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
Underneath the
Right against the fence
By Agnes fountain

Bring me flesh and bring me
Bring me pine logs
Thou and I see him dine
When we bear thither
Page and monarch, they went
they went together
Through the rude wind's wild
And the weather

Sire, the night is now
And the wind blows
my heart, I know not how
I can go no
Mark my my good page
Tread thou in boldly
shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy less coldly

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