Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

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

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

Sire, he lives a good hence
Underneath the
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 bear him

Page and monarch, forth they
Forth they together
Through the rude wind's wild
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 in them boldly
Thou shall the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less

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

Therefore, Christian men, be
Wealth or possessing
Ye, who now will bless the
yourselves find blessing