Luyện nghe bài hát Kneading With Honey

O never a to hold me
Silent is the harps (in play)
The laying of wedding down
Envy the masters of my

me,
I am as wet as a eye
A before my sight
Lays naked through this

So with nature's gentle bosoms
Our age winters bare
Sisters, of heavenly touch
Flatter to passing

their scarlet ornaments
As passions lent me
Put a upon our bones
And indeed beneath the

the running rivers
The oak tree withered these years
I am naked here to from nature
And shade males obscenity

I the sickles hour

O how like glorys me
Its kindness, reads my
Hence years
Yet us then hereafter

brides of scorn
Decorate with awe
Bekiss the discord
And to its virginity

Feed the with decay
For its humour shines