Luyện nghe bài hát Swete Sone

sone, reu on me
And breste out of thy
For me thinket I see
Thoru Bothen bondes

Nailes driven into the
So reufuliche thu
Now is betre that I
And alle these londes

Swete sone, thy faire
all on blode
And thy body
Is to the rode

How may thy modress
Tholen so fode
That was of alle born
And best of alle

How may thy hert
Tholen so fode
blessed was of alle born
And best of gode

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

Thy feet to the tree
Now may I no thrive
For this werld thee
Ne me maken blithe