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

Flow my teares fall your springs,
for ever: Let me morne
Where nights bird hir sad infamy sings,
let me live forlorne.

Downe lights shine you no more,
No nights are dark enough for
That in dispaire last fortunes deplore,
Light but shame disclose.

Never may my 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 hopes hope is gone.

Hark you that in darkness dwell,
to contemne light,
Happy that in
Feele not the despite.