Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When fourty nights shall you brow
and dig deep wounds in beauty now
Your youth's livery so gazed on me
tomorrow will be sealed

how a bird lies tangeled in a net
Pure shame and awed made him fred
So fastened in her arms the lies
She found more beauty in his varied

Cut is the that might be grown
with you faith, the treasure of your days

Then being where all your beauty lies
I say it to your eyes
"As if the dead the should exceed
possessed by heavens and hand"

He with basful shame
She with her does quench the maiden
burning off her
Then with her windy sighs and hands
to fain and them dry again she seeks

how a painter would surpass his life
His art with workmanship at strife
In out a well-proportioned steed
as if the dead the should exceed