Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

Brightly shone the that night
Though the frost was
a poor man came in sight
Gathering fuel

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

Sire, he lives a good league
the mountain
Right the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's

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

Page and monarch, forth they
they went together
Through the wind's wild lament
And the weather

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

my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in boldly
shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less

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

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