Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the feast of
When the lay 'round about
and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon night
Though the was cruel
a poor man came in sight
Gathering fuel

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

Sire, he lives a league hence
Underneath the
Right against the fence
By Agnes's fountain

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

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

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

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

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

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