Luyện nghe bài hát Kneading With Honey

O never a to hold me
Silent is the unstrung (in play)
The laying of wedding sheets
the masters of my passions

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

So nature's gentle bosoms forgot
Our age winters bare
Sisters, brothers of heavenly
to passing fairs

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

Crossing the running
The oak tree stands withered these
I am here to suckle from nature
And shade from obscenity

I dance the hour

O how glorys calm me
Its kindness, my eyes
Hence these
Yet us rejoice hereafter

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

Feed the invert with
For its humour kindly