Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As as a poet on the Walls of Jericho
Or the without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a
Is but a split canopic jar

I it, improved it
a sonnet right through it
And in this state of
Evil with wet lips, pen-filled fingertips

Which through me, far me
Illuminati pissed
But with words of some worth
I threw a party that extended God's

Exciting new that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the of travesties

call me bad
Mad Caliban with dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all debauch in and in canto

Grown wild, this
harems defiled
Faustina's and
Lady Libertine and her sisters her

spread of lies when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine I arrive

call me bad
Mad Caliban with dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all debauch crow against the snow

colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder her
And bolder, not
My dark took up root inside her

mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a passionate
But Laudanum and soda, Lord Numb
Merited a of inherited spite

Fleeing grief for maps
I still vampire aristocrats
my gun in hot promiscuous laps

Then swans in a gondola
I tripped my on a fallen star
And there's nothing like a of Venetian tar
To let you just who you fucking are

The saint of heartache
I can't see my is falling
The world is falling

The patron of heartache
I can't see my world is
The world is down

Everafter can hear my laughter
The saint of heartache
Never a better bed of disaster
The saint of heartache

call me bad
Mad with manners dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all in excess and in canto

They me bad
Mad Caliban with dangerous to know
A fad
Whereupon I tell to go fuck their mothers
And so on my