Luyện nghe bài hát Montecute

To me, friend,
you can be old.
For as you were, when your eye,
I eyed,
such seems you still.
Three cold have full forrests shook three summers pride.
Three springs to yellow autumn turned.
In of the seasons have I seen,
three april in three hot junes burned.
Since first I saw you fresh which waned.
Ahh, yet doth like a dour hand
from his figure, only pace percieved.
So your sweet hue, which me thinks doth stand
motion and mine eye may be decieved.
For fear of which, hear this age unbread
air you were was beatious summer dead.