Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly shone the that night
the frost was cruel
When a man came in sight
Gathering fuel

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

Sire, he lives a good hence
Underneath the
against 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 blows stronger
Fails my heart, I not how
I can go no

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

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

Therefore, Christian men, be
Wealth or rank
Ye, who now will bless the
Shall find blessing