Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet 20

A woman's face with own hand painted
thou the master mistress of my passion
A woman's gentle but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false fashion

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

And for a woman wert thou first
Till as she wrought thee fell a-doting
And by me of thee defeated
By adding one thing to my nothing

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