Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

Good King looked out
On the of Stephen,
When the snow lay round
Deep and and even
shone the moon that night
Though the was cruel
When a poor man 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 hence
the mountain
Right the forest fence
By Saint Agnes

Bring me flesh and bring me
Bring me pine hither
Thou and I see him dine
When we bear thither
Page and monarch, forth went
Forth went together
the rude 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
Mark my footsteps my page
Tread thou in them
Thou find the winter's rage
thy blood less coldly

In his steps he trod
the snow lay dented
Heat was in the sod
Which the saint had
Therefore, men, be sure
Wealth or rank
Ye who now bless the poor
Shall yourselves blessing