Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly shone the moon that
the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in
winter fuel

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

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

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

Page and monarch, forth went
they went together
Through the wind's wild lament
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, good my
Tread in them boldly
shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy less coldly

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

Therefore, men, be sure
or rank possessing
Ye, who now bless the poor
Shall yourselves blessing