Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the feast of
When the snow lay 'round
and crisp and even

Brightly shone the that night
Though the frost was
When a poor man in sight
Gathering fuel

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

Sire, he lives a league hence
Underneath the
Right against the forest
By Saint Agnes's

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 wind blows
my heart, I know not how
I can go no

Mark my footsteps, my page
Tread in them boldly
Thou find the winter's rage
Freeze thy less coldly

In his steps he trod
the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
Which the Saint had

Therefore, men, be sure
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the
yourselves find blessing