Luyện nghe bài hát Kneading With Honey

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

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

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

Gather their scarlet
As passions likewise me
Put a upon our bones
And indeed the shoulders

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

I the sickles hour

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

brides of scorn
Decorate with awe
Bekiss the breed
And tend to its

the invert with decay
For its shines kindly