Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When fourty nights shall beside you
and dig deep in your beauty now
youth's proud livery so gazed on me
tomorrow will be sealed

Look how a lies tangeled in a net
Pure shame and awed resistance made him
So fastened in her arms the lies
She found more in his varied eyes

Cut is the brunch that be grown
you faith, the treasure of your lusty days

Then being asked where all your beauty
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 tears does the maiden
off her cheeks
Then with her windy sighs and hands
to fain and blow dry again she seeks

Look how a would surpass his life
His art with nature's workmanship at
In limmming out a well-proportioned
as if the the living should exceed