Luyện nghe bài hát Kneading With Honey

O never a to hold me
is the unstrung harps (in play)
The laying of sheets down
Envy the of my passions

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

So with nature's bosoms forgot
Our age like bare
Sisters, brothers of touch
Flatter to fairs

Gather their ornaments
As likewise lent me
Put a curse our bones
And indeed beneath the

Crossing the running
The oak tree stands withered years
I am naked here to from nature
And from males obscenity

I dance the sickles

O how like glorys me
Its kindness, reads my
Hence these
Yet us then rejoice

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

the invert with decay
For its humour kindly