Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the feast of
When the snow lay 'round
Deep and crisp and

Brightly the moon that night
Though the 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 what his

Sire, he lives a good hence
the mountain
Right against the fence
By Saint fountain

Bring me flesh and bring me
me fur logs, hither
Thou and I see him dine
Here we bear him

Page and monarch, forth went
they went together
Through the rude wild lament
And the weather

Sire, the night is now
And the blows stronger
Fails my heart, I not how
I can go no

Mark my footsteps, good my
Tread thou in them
Thou shall the winter's rage
Freeze thy less coldly

In his master's he trod
the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
Which the Saint had

Therefore, men, be sure
Wealth or possessing
Ye, who now will the poor
yourselves find blessing