Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the of Stephen
When the lay 'round about
and crisp and even

Brightly the moon that night
the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in
Gathering fuel

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

Sire, he lives a good hence
Underneath the
Right against the fence
By Saint fountain

Bring me and bring me wine
Bring me fur logs,
Thou and I see him dine
we bear him thither

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

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

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

In his steps he trod
the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
Which the had printed

Therefore, Christian men, be
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now will the poor
Shall yourselves blessing