Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly shone the moon that
Though the frost was
When a poor man in sight
winter fuel

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

Sire, he a good 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 went
Through the wind's wild lament
And the weather

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

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

In his steps he trod
the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
Which the Saint had

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