Luyện nghe bài hát A Knock Upon The Door

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

Hell! the Muse, intent, you take 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 upon the door

The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the weeping
He turned up the 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 upon your door!

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

The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has on you. She scorned.
Evidence, in none defense, should I you burned, deformed.
Hey! Hell is real and so will be sores!
Heck with sincere, hark, I
A knock 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 upon the door.

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

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