Luyện nghe bài hát A Knock Upon The Door

Hell! sang the young minstrel, tightly to your purses!
Bitter winter on this blonde city and curses!
The ended 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 label dropped her, not before shopped her in a bidding war
Were I sincere, you bet Id
A upon the door

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

He said, Dear Muse, Come here! a lift somewhere?
got the wrong man, I was only 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 Flawless Flaws has on you. She scorned.
Evidence, in none defense, should I you burned, deformed.
Hey! is real and so will be your sores!
Heck sincere, hark, I hear
A upon the door.

The derisive Muse said, your isnt 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
streamed from 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
That knock the door

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