Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Felt

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