Luyện nghe bài hát Flow my tears (Lachrimae) - Second Booke of Songes, 1600, no2

Flow my teares fall your springs,
Exilde for Let me morne
nights black bird hir sad infamy sings,
There let me forlorne.

Downe vaine shine you no more,
No are dark enough for those
in dispaire their last fortunes deplore,
Light doth but disclose.

may my woes be relieved,
Since is fled,
And teares, and sighes, and
My wearie of all joyes have deprived.

From the highest of contentment,
My is throwne,
And feare, and griefe, and
For my deserts, are my since hope is gone.

you shadowes that in darkness dwell,
Learn to light,
that in hell
Feele not the despite.