Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Raven

We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Poe
America's favorite
We're taking this back, way
Nineteenth century

that rapping?
(Who's that)
Who's that at my chamber door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill nevermore

Kick it once upon a dreary
While I it weak and weary
Dark and cold like Lake Eerie
Brand new sample, clear me

I nodded nearly napping
Suddenly came a tapping
Up like, "What?", this
Clapping in my brain like Halflings

me, I put down Milton
Cell phone mute like Hilton
Open window, built in
Times a changing like Bob

Twenty-pound black as could be
Cold feet cold eyes aimed at me
Grim face, grim stare, death
Quote that nevermore

that rapping?
(Who's that)
Who's that rapping at my door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my grill like

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, by angels from me
Alone with books, of death visiting me
(Hey, me)
"Can I you, evil prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it"
He my hook, DJ revolved it
Perched on Pallas, chalice it

"Tell me, Sir, please, if you can, am I good or man?
can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore, quote he at me, hating on this MC
raven, Niche glee, killing me softly like the Fugees

Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy just like Fred Durst
Call a nurse, my thirst put this process in reverse
Wish I'd had some warning first, MC Lars, '88
Now I'll never be Slug or Murs, that black raven's curse

The ravens still have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming
Lamplight him still streaming
my screaming, hear me screaming
My soul still floats there on floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, piece, US folklore

Who's rapping?
(Who's that)
that rapping at my chamber door?
Mr.
(Mister)
All up in my like nevermore

house? Raven's house