Luyện nghe bài hát Swete Sone

sone, reu on me
And out of thy bondes
For me that I see
Thoru Bothen thin

Nailes driven the tree
So reufuliche thu
Now is betre that I
And lett these londes

sone, thy faire face
Droppet all on
And thy downward
Is to the rode

How may thy modress
so swete fode
That blessed was of born
And best of gode

How may thy modress
Tholen so swete
That blessed was of born
And of alle gode

sone, reu on me
And me out of this live
For me that I see
Thy deth, it neyhet

Thy feet nailed to the
Now may I no more
For this withouten thee
Ne shall me maken