Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly shone the moon that
Though the was cruel
When a poor man in sight
Gathering winter

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

Sire, he a good league hence
Underneath the
against the forest fence
By Agnes's fountain

me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me fur logs,
Thou and I see him dine
Here we him thither

Page and monarch, forth went
Forth they went
Through the rude wind's wild
And the weather

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

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

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

Therefore, Christian men, be
or rank possessing
Ye, who now bless the poor
yourselves find blessing