Luyện nghe bài hát Summer For The Dames

Inbossom my head forth, lead me into poetry
leaves my eyes desired
As labouring those golden hairs
appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures
Do lend a breast to upon
Have in past all pleasures
Or be them winded in my forehead (fill your needs)
(the sound of crashing waves)
Make thyself aroused to a flood of
In of day, when owls do cry
And fables tread the primrose
All that in fruit
Sits under the bough blossoms
lips with a pleasing tale
Touches as a flower with
Have like twenty kisses and bide where the billows

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