Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

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

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

Sire, he lives a league hence
the mountain
Right the forest fence
By Agnes's fountain

Bring me flesh and bring me
me fur logs, hither
Thou and I will see him
we bear him thither

Page and monarch, they went
Forth went together
Through the rude wind's lament
And the weather

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

my footsteps, good my page
Tread in them boldly
Thou shall find the rage
thy blood less coldly

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

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