Luyện nghe bài hát Pearl

The dere of down and dales
Of wode and and wlonk plaines
Bilde in me bliss, abated my
Forbidden my stress, my paines
after a strem that drightly hales
I bowed in bliss, bredful my
The firre I folwed those floty
The more strength of joye myn straines
As fortune fares ho fraines
solace ho sende other elles sore
The wye to wham hir wille ho
Hittes to ay more and more

More of wele was in wise
Than I couth thagh I tom hade
For herte might not suffise
To the dole of tho gladness glade
For thy I thoght paradise
Was other gain tho bonkes brade
I hoped the water a devise
mirthes by meres made
Beyonde the brook, by other slade
I hoped that mote wore
Bot the water was depe, I dorst not
And me longed ay more and more

More and and yet well mare
Me liste to see the brook
For if hit was fair there I can
Well was the firre londe
Aboute me con I and stare
To finde a faste con I fonde
Bot wothes mo ywis ware
The firre I stalled by the
And me thoght I shokle not wonde
For wo there weles so winne
Thenne note me com on honed
That my minde more and more