Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the of Stephen
the snow lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and

Brightly the moon that night
the frost was cruel
When a poor man in sight
Gathering winter

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

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

Bring me flesh and me wine
me fur logs, hither
Thou and I will see him
Here we him thither

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

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
Freeze thy blood less

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

Therefore, men, be sure
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the
Shall yourselves find