Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

When nights shall beside you brow
and dig deep wounds in beauty now
Your proud livery so gazed on me
will be darkened sealed

Look how a lies tangeled in a net
shame and awed resistance made him fred
So fastened in her the favoured lies
She more beauty in his varied eyes

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

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

He burns with basful
She with her does quench the maiden
burning off her
with her windy sighs and golden hands
to fain and blow dry again she seeks

Look how a painter would his life
His art with workmanship at strife
In limmming out a steed
as if the dead the should exceed