Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the feast of
the snow lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and

Brightly shone the moon that
Though the frost was
When a poor man came in
Gathering winter

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
Right against the fence
By Saint fountain

Bring me and bring me wine
me fur logs, hither
Thou and I will see him
Here we him thither

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

Sire, the night is 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 find the winter's rage
thy blood less coldly

In his steps he trod
Where the lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
the Saint had printed

Therefore, Christian men, be
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will the poor
yourselves find blessing