Luyện nghe bài hát Pearl

The dere of down and dales
Of and water and wlonk plaines
Bilde in me bliss, my bales
my stress, destroyed my paines
Down after a strem drightly hales
I bowed in bliss, bredful my
The firre I folwed those vales
The more of joye myn herte straines
As fares theras ho fraines
Whether solace ho sende other sore
The wye to wham hir ho waines
Hittes to ay more and more

More of wele was in that
Than I couth thagh I tom hade
For erthly herte might not
To the tenthe dole of tho gladness
For thy I thoght that
Was there other gain tho bonkes
I hoped the were a devise
Between mirthes by meres
Beyonde the brook, by other slade
I that mote inerked wore
Bot the water was depe, I dorst not
And ever me longed ay more and

More and more and yet well
Me to see the brook beyonde
For if hit was there I can fare
loveloker was the firre londe
Aboute me con I stote and
To finde a forth faste con I
Bot wothes mo ywis ware
The I stalled by the stronde
And ever me thoght I shokle not
For wo there weles so winne
newe note me com on honed
That meved my more and more