Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet 20

A woman's face with nature's own hand
Hast the master mistress of my passion
A gentle heart but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false women's

An eye more bright theirs less false in rolling
Gilding the object whereupon it
A man in hue all in his controlling
Which steals men's and women's souls amazeth

And for a woman wert first created
Till nature as she wrought thee fell
And by addition me of thee
By one thing to my purpose nothing

But since she prick'd thee out for pleasure
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their