Luyện nghe bài hát Summer For The Dames

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

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