Luyện nghe bài hát Summer For The Dames

Inbossom my forth, lead me into silent poetry
leaves my eyes desired
As claims those golden hairs
Come appetise my to heavenly moistures
Do lend a breast to gaze
Have in summers past all
Or be them winded in my (fill your dowry needs)
Sleepless (the sound of waves)
Make thyself to a flood of tears
In streaks of day, when do cry
And tread the primrose path
All that in fruit
Sits under the bough that
lips with a pleasing tale
Touches as a flower frost
Have like twenty kisses and bide where the spoke

Harrow me up with lips, make good the yeast
Endeaver as a whore
Then I'll take no pity
O sweet like infants of the spring