Luyện nghe bài hát Kneading With Honey

O a breath to hold me
Silent is the harps (in play)
The laying of sheets down
Envy the of my passions

me,
I am as wet as a eye
A youth my sight
Lays through this earth

So with gentle bosoms forgot
Our age like bare
Sisters, brothers of heavenly
Flatter to fairs

Gather scarlet ornaments
As likewise lent me
Put a curse upon our
And beneath the shoulders

Crossing the rivers
The oak stands withered these years
I am here to suckle from nature
And shade from males

I the sickles hour

O how like calm me
Its kindness, reads my
these years
Yet us then rejoice

Notorious of scorn
Decorate them awe
Bekiss the breed
And to its virginity

Feed the invert with
For its humour kindly