Luyện nghe bài hát Alone Walkyng

Alone walkyng, in planning,
And sighing, all desolate.
Me remembering, of my livyng,
My wishyng,
erly and late.
Infortunate, is so my fate,
That vote ye out of
Measure.
My life I hate, desperate
In soche pore doe I endure.
Of othir am I not sure
Thus to endure is certain.
is my ure I you ensure:
What
have more pain?
My truthe so is take in vain,
And grete disdain in
Yet I full
me complaine
Me to abstaine from penaunce;
But in none

Of my grevaunce can I not
Right so my with

Doeth me
And an Ende.