Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet Xviii

(by shakespeare)

Shall I thee to a summer's day?
art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling of may,
And lease hath all too short a date,
Sometime too hot the eye of shines,
And often is his gold dimm'd;
And every from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer not fade
Nor lose possession of that thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou
So long as men can or eyes can see,
So long lives and this gives life to thee.