Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Felt

Music:
Hertrich
When fourty nights shall besiege brow
and dig deep wounds in beauty now
Your prout livery so gazed on me
tomorrow be darkened sealed
Look how a bird lies in a net
Pure shame and resistance made him fred
So fastened in her arms the favoured
She found beaty in his varied eyes
Cut is the branch that be grown
with Your faith, the treasure of lusty days
Then asked where all Your beaty lies
I say it to deep-sunken eyes
"As if the the living should exceed,
possessed by heavens and hand"
He burns bashful shame
She with her tears does the maiden
off her cheeks
Then with her sighs and golden hands
to fain and blow them dry again she
how a painter would surpass his life
His art nature's worksmanship at strife
In limming out a well-proportioned
as if the dead the living should