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 shone the that night
Though the frost was
When a poor man came in
winter fuel

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

Sire, he lives a good hence
Underneath the
Right the forest fence
By Saint fountain

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

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

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

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

In his steps he trod
Where the lay dinted
was in the very sod
Which the had printed

Therefore, men, be sure
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now bless the poor
Shall yourselves find