Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good Wenceslas looked out
On the of Stephen
When the snow lay about
Deep and and even

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

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

Sire, he a good league hence
Underneath the
Right the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's

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

and monarch, forth they went
Forth they together
Through the wind's wild lament
And the bitter

Sire, the is darker now
And the wind 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 blood coldly

In his steps he trod
Where the lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
Which the had printed

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