Luyện nghe bài hát A Knock Upon The Door

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

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

The tired minstrel, town, heard the Muses 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 hear
my knock your door!

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

The Causeless Cause of Flaws has video on you. She scorned.
Evidence, in none defense, I have you burned, deformed.
Hey! is real and so will be your sores!
with sincere, hark, I hear
A upon the door.

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

His throbbed 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 cutting-room
He thought, If I here, Ill never hear
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 they had had of yore
The blessed day is near, theyll hear
A upon the door