Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of
When the snow lay about
and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon night
Though the was cruel
a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter

Hither, page and by me
If thou knows it
peasant, who is he?
Where and his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a league hence
Underneath the
Right against the forest
By Saint fountain

Bring me and bring me wine
me fur logs, hither
Thou and I see him dine
we bear him thither

Page and monarch, forth went
Forth they went
Through the rude wild lament
And the bitter

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

my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in boldly
Thou shall find the winter's
Freeze thy blood less

In his master's steps he
Where the snow lay
was in the very sod
Which the Saint had

Therefore, Christian men, be
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will the poor
Shall yourselves blessing