Luyện nghe bài hát A Knock Upon The Door

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

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

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

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

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

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

His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and
Beads streamed from his hair, his black t-shirts cloth
gut feeling was to leave her words on the cutting-room
He thought, If I here, Ill never hear
That upon the door

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