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 tongue to moistures
Do lend a breast to upon
in summers 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 streaks of day, when do cry
And fables the primrose path
All that in fruit
Sits under the bough blossoms
Coral with a pleasing tale
Touches as a flower with
like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spoke

Harrow me up with glutton lips, make good the
thyself as a whore
Then take towards no pity
O dames like infants of the spring