Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of
the snow lay 'round about
Deep and and even

Brightly the moon that night
Though the frost was
When a man came in sight
Gathering winter

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

Sire, he lives a good hence
Underneath the
against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's

Bring me and bring me wine
Bring me fur logs,
and I will see him dine
Here we bear him

Page and monarch, they went
Forth went together
Through the wind's wild lament
And the bitter

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

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

In his master's steps he
Where the lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
the Saint had printed

Therefore, Christian men, be
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now will the poor
Shall find blessing