Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the feast of
When the snow lay about
and crisp and even

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

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

Sire, he a good league hence
Underneath the
Right against the forest
By Agnes's fountain

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

Page and monarch, they went
Forth they went
Through the rude wild lament
And the weather

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

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

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

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