Luyện nghe bài hát Good King Wenceslas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In his steps he trod
Where the snow lay
was in the very sod
Which the Saint had

Therefore, Christian men, be
Wealth or possessing
Ye, who now will bless the
Shall yourselves find