Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet Xviii

(by shakespeare)

Shall I compare thee to a day?
Thou art lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do the darling buds of may,
And lease hath all too short a date,
too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not
Nor lose possession of fair thou owest;
Nor shall brag thou wander'st in his shade,
in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or can see,
So long this and this gives life to thee.