Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet 20

A woman's face nature's own hand painted
Hast thou the master of my passion
A woman's gentle heart but not
With change as is false women's fashion

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

And for a woman thou first created
Till nature as she wrought thee fell
And by me of thee defeated
By adding one thing to my nothing

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