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

Sire, he lives a good league
the mountain
Right against the fence
By Saint Agnes's

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

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

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

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

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

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