Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the of Stephen
the snow lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and

Brightly shone the moon that
Though the was cruel
When a man came in sight
winter fuel

Hither, and stand 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 fountain

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

Page and monarch, forth they
Forth they together
Through the rude wild lament
And the bitter

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

my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in them
shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood 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 bless the poor
Shall yourselves find