Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When fourty shall beside you brow
and dig deep wounds in your now
Your proud livery so gazed on me
tomorrow will be sealed

Look how a bird tangeled in a net
Pure shame and resistance made him fred
So in her arms the favoured lies
She found beauty in his varied eyes

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

Then being asked where all your lies
I say it to deep-sunken eyes
"As if the dead the living should
possessed by heart and hand"

He burns basful shame
She with her tears quench the maiden
off her cheeks
Then with her windy and golden hands
to fain and blow them dry again she

Look how a would surpass his life
His art with nature's workmanship at
In limmming out a steed
as if the dead the should exceed