Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas out
On the feast of
When the lay 'round about
Deep and and even

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

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

Sire, he lives a good hence
Underneath the
Right against the forest
By Saint fountain

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

and monarch, forth they went
Forth they together
Through the rude wind's 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, good my
thou in them boldly
Thou shall the winter's rage
Freeze thy less coldly

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

Therefore, men, be sure
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now will bless the
Shall yourselves find