Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet 20

A woman's with nature's own hand painted
thou the master mistress of my passion
A gentle heart but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false women's

An eye more bright than theirs false in rolling
Gilding the object it gazeth
A man in hue all hues in his
Which steals men's eyes and souls amazeth

And for a woman wert thou first
nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting
And by addition me of defeated
By one thing to my purpose nothing

But since she prick'd thee out for women's
be thy love and thy love's use their treasure