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
Though the was cruel
When a poor man came in
winter fuel

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

Sire, he lives a league hence
the mountain
Right the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's

Bring me flesh and bring me
Bring me fur logs,
Thou and I see him dine
Here we him thither

and monarch, forth they went
Forth went together
the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter

Sire, the night is 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 find the rage
thy blood less coldly

In his master's he trod
the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
the Saint had printed

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