Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Fell

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

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

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

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

He burns with basful
She with her tears does the maiden
burning off her
Then with her windy sighs and golden
to fain and blow them dry again she

Look how a painter would surpass his
His art with nature's at strife
In out a well-proportioned steed
as if the dead the should exceed