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

Kick it! upon a midnight dreary, while I kicked it weak and weary,
Dark and cold like Lake Eerie, Brand New sample, someone clear me.
While I nodded nearly napping, there came a tapping.
Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping in my brain like Halflings.
Staffing me, I put down Milton. Cell phone like Paris Hilton.
Open window, halfway built-in. Times a like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, 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 from me.
Alone with books (hey that's me!), of death visiting me.
I said, "Can I help you, evil If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it."
He checked my hook, DJ revolved it, perched on Pallas, dropped it.
"Tell me sir, please, if you can. Am I good or evil
What can I say, what can I do, when I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore," he at me, hating on this fresh MC,
Satanic raven, glee, killing me softly like the Fugees.
Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just Fred Durst.
Call a nurse, disperse my put this process in reverse.
Wish Id had some first, MC Lars, '88 hearse.
Now I'll never be Slug or Murs, under that raven's curse.
The ravens eyes still have the seeming of a demon is dreaming,
Lamplight over him still streaming, my screaming, hearme screaming!
My soul still floats there on that floor and be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Moore, canonized piece, US folklore.

[REPEAT

house? Raven's house!