Luyện nghe bài hát Summer For The Dames

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

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