Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Felt

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