Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As lonely as a on the Walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the
I am loathe to know it that a man a soul
Is nothing but a split jar

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

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

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

They me bad
Mad Caliban manners dangerous to know
A fad
in all debauch in excess and in canto

Grown wild, child
Whole harems
and Mina's
Lady and her sisters between her

What spread of lies when die
Which of hell is mine when I arrive

They me bad
Mad with manners dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all debauch against the virgin snow

Grown colder, my
Like a boulder her
And bolder, not
My dark seed took up inside her

That mouldered, where
would hold a passionate sigh
But and soda, Lord Numb coda
Merited a of inherited spite

grief for foreign maps
I still played aristocrats
my gun in hot promiscuous laps

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

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

The saint of heartache
I see my world is falling
The world is falling

Everafter can they my laughter
The patron saint of
craft a better bed of disaster
The patron of heartache

They me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to
A fad
Taught in all debauch in and in canto

call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners to know
A fad
Whereupon I tell them to go fuck mothers
And so on my