Luyện nghe bài hát Montecute

To me, friend,
you can be old.
For as you were, when your eye,
I eyed,
such seems you still.
Three winters cold have full forrests three summers pride.
beautious springs to yellow autumn turned.
In of the seasons have I seen,
three perfumes in three hot junes burned.
first I saw you fresh which later waned.
Ahh, yet beauty like a dour hand
from his figure, only pace percieved.
So your sweet hue, me thinks still doth stand
motion and mine eye may be decieved.
For fear of which, hear thou age unbread
air you born was beatious summer dead.