Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Felt

Music:
Hertrich
When fourty nights shall besiege Your
and dig deep wounds in Your now
Your youth's prout livery so on me
will be darkened sealed
Look how a lies tangled in a net
Pure shame and awed resistance him fred
So fastened in her arms the lies
She found beaty in his varied eyes
Cut is the branch that might be
with Your faith, the treasure of lusty days
Then being asked all Your beaty lies
I say it to deep-sunken eyes
"As if the dead the should exceed,
by heavens heart and hand"
He with bashful shame
She with her tears does quench the
off her cheeks
Then with her windy sighs and hands
to fain and them dry again she seeks
Look how a painter surpass his life
His art with nature's worksmanship at
In limming out a steed
as if the dead the living exceed