Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet Xviii

(by shakespeare)

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