Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the Feast of
When the snow lay 'round
Deep and crisp and
shone the moon that night
Though the frost was
a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter

"Hither, page, and by me,
If thou know'st it,
peasant, who is he?
Where and his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good hence,
the mountain
Right against the forest
By Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me
Bring me pine-logs
and I shall see him dine
When we them thither."
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 stronger
my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my page
thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the rage
Freeze thy less coldly."

In his step he trod
Where the lay dinted
Heat was in the sod
the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be
or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the
yourselves find blessing.