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 livery so gazed 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 more beaty in his varied eyes
Cut is the branch that be grown
with Your faith, the of Your lusty days
Then being asked all Your beaty lies
I say it to Your eyes
"As if the dead the should exceed,
possessed by heart and hand"
He burns with shame
She with her tears quench the maiden
burning off her
Then with her windy sighs and hands
to fain and blow them dry again she
Look how a painter would his life
His art with nature's at strife
In out a well-proportioned steed
as if the dead the living should