Luyện nghe bài hát A Knock Upon The Door

Hell! sang the young minstrel, hang tightly to purses!
Bitter on this blonde city and utter curses!
The song and the onlookers did roar
Were I sincere, you bet Id
A upon the door

Hell! the Muse, intent, you take me for granted!
made me a harlot, if I may be candid!
The label her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war
Were I sincere, you bet Id
A knock the door

The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the Muses
He up the Elvis tape in his grey car, creeping
Sex and Death! Was I not the among the two? she poured
Were you sincere, I bet youd
my knock upon door!

He said, Dear Muse, here! Need a lift somewhere?
Youve got the wrong man, I was kidding back there.
I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like a boor.
I am sincere: I to hear
knock upon my door!

The Causeless Cause of Flaws has video on you. She scorned.
Evidence, in defense, should I have you burned, deformed.
Hey! Hell is real and so will be sores!
Heck with sincere, hark, I
A upon the door.

The derisive Muse said, your isnt working, is it?
huckster-Hitler-hustler! Arent you a Clear yet?
Always brooding the meaning of sex, to be poor.
Klock is here! Hark, I
A knock the door.

His head under her voice, ubiquitous and soft
Beads streamed his hair, soaking his black t-shirts cloth
gut feeling was to her words on the cutting-room floor
He thought, If I stay here, Ill never
knock upon the door

Muse, exhausted, the accosted, her hand on her abdomen
A human voice to her songs, she could not
Because of a they had had of yore
The day is near, soon theyll hear
A knock upon the