Luyện nghe bài hát Poppea

Dream of a funeral, blest - behest me! -
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth - the Devil,
feral grith with me, Poppea, be Hell's hap;
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the Laughing tragedy.

And the wench bawdness to blow,
Stay my -
Suffer me to transfix
And the wench doth to blow,
Let me dawt thine -
And, 'hem apart.

Of marrow, do na mell; I am -
The bosom'd travail me; a fin,
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make yet,
Displode me in a font - Poppea, do what wilt.

And the wench bawdness to blow,
my adamant -
Suffer me to thee;
And the wench bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine -
And, twine apart.