Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly shone the that night
the frost was cruel
When a man came in sight
Gathering winter

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

Sire, he lives a good league
Underneath the
against the forest fence
By Saint 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 they
Forth went together
Through the rude wind's wild
And the weather

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

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

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

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