Luyện nghe bài hát MrRaven

We got EAP in the house tonight, Allan Poe.
favorite anti-transcendentalist.
We're this back, way back, nineteenth century style.

Who's that (who's that)
Who's that rapping at my chamber
Mr. (mister) Raven!
All up in my like, "Nevermore."

Kick it! Once upon a midnight dreary, I kicked it weak and weary,
Dark and cold just like Eerie, Brand New sample, someone clear me.
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there a tapping.
Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping in my brain graphic Halflings.
Staffing me, I put down Milton. phone mute like Paris Hilton.
Open window, halfway built-in. a changing like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound black as could be, cold feet cold eyes aimed straight at me.
Grim face, grim stare, carnivore, quothe that raven "Nevermore."

[REPEAT

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels me.
Alone with (hey that's me!), harbinger of death visiting me.
I said, "Can I help you, evil prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll it."
He checked my hook, DJ revolved it, on Pallas, chalice dropped it.
"Tell me sir, please, if you can. Am I good or man?
What can I say, can I do, when will I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore," quothe 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 inverse just like Durst.
Call a nurse, disperse my thirst put this in reverse.
Id had some warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse.
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 over him still streaming, hear my screaming, screaming!
My soul still there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Moore, canonized piece, US folklore.

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