Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the of Stephen
When the snow lay 'round
Deep and crisp and

Brightly the moon that night
the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in
Gathering winter

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

Sire, he a good league hence
the mountain
Right against the forest
By Saint Agnes's

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

Page and monarch, forth went
Forth they went
Through the rude wind's lament
And the weather

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

Mark my footsteps, good my
Tread thou in them
Thou shall find the winter's
Freeze thy blood less

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

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