Luyện nghe bài hát A Knock Upon The Door

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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