Luyện nghe bài hát MrRaven

We got EAP in the tonight, Edgar Allan Poe.
America's 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 dreary, while I kicked it weak and weary,
Dark and cold just like Lake Eerie, Brand New sample, clear me.
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there a tapping.
Up like, "What?", this thunder in my brain like graphic Halflings.
me, I put down Milton. Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton.
Open window, built-in. Times a changing like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold feet cold eyes straight at me.
Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore, that raven "Nevermore."

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I miss Lenore, my Lee, taken by angels from me.
Alone books (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, perched on Pallas, 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 fresh MC,
raven, Niche 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 warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse.
Now I'll never be or Murs, under that black raven's curse.
The ravens eyes still the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
Lamplight over him streaming, hear 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

Who's house? house!