Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the of Stephen
When the snow lay about
and crisp and even

Brightly the moon that night
Though the was cruel
When a poor man in sight
winter fuel

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

Sire, he lives a good league
the mountain
Right against the forest
By Saint fountain

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

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

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

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

In his steps he trod
Where the snow lay
was in the very sod
Which the Saint had

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