Luyện nghe bài hát A Knock Upon The Door

Hell! sang the young minstrel, hang to your purses!
Bitter winter on this 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
I sincere, you bet Id hear
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 breadth among the two? she
Were you sincere, I bet youd
my knock upon door!

He said, Dear Muse, Come here! Need a lift
Youve got the wrong man, I was only back there.
I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like a boor.
I am I hope to hear
Your knock my door!

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

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

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

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