Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly shone the that night
Though the was cruel
a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter

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

Sire, he a good league hence
Underneath the
Right the forest fence
By Saint fountain

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

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

Sire, the night is now
And the wind blows
my heart, I know not how
I can go no

Mark my footsteps, my page
Tread thou in them
shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy less coldly

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

Therefore, men, be sure
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will the poor
Shall find blessing