Luyện nghe bài hát Summer For The Dames

Inbossom my head forth, lead me silent poetry
Wretchedness leaves my desired
As labouring claims those golden
Come my tongue to heavenly moistures
Do a breast to gaze upon
Have in summers all pleasures
Or be them winded in my (fill your dowry needs)
Sleepless (the sound of waves)
Make aroused to a flood of tears
In streaks of day, when do cry
And tread the primrose path
All that in fruit
Sits the bough that blossoms
Coral lips with a tale
Touches as a flower with
Have like twenty kisses and bide where the billows

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