Luyện nghe bài hát Every Poet Wants To Murder Shakespeare

Every poet wants to Shakespeare
Were just pissing on the grave of what on before
And everyone the world the day that they were born
Somethings going on here and its on without me
Im standing on the precipice and counting all my
Im sick and tired of paying homage to the
Of the things that went before me I wasnt born to be there
poet wants to murder Shakespeare
Were just on the grave of what went on before
And everyone invents the world the day that they were
a painting of my lover in the corner
Shes taken off her clothing and shes in the rain
like shes beckoning for me to come and join her
But shes trapped inside a painting and Im running out of
I sip a of beer and marvel at the magic
I must be as drunk as Mister in his prime
I through the shambles of my own imagination
the poet of tomorrow will be just as drunk as I am
Every poet to murder Shakespeare
Were pissing on the grave of what went on before
And everyone the world the day that they were born
Every wants to murder Shakespeare
just pissing on the grave of what went on before
And everyone invents the world the day they were born
Every poet to murder Shakespeare...