Luyện nghe bài hát MrRaven

We got EAP in the tonight, Edgar Allan Poe.
America's anti-transcendentalist.
We're taking this back, way back, nineteenth style.

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

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

[REPEAT

I Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me.
Alone with books (hey that's me!), harbinger of death me.
I said, "Can I you, evil prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it."
He checked my hook, DJ revolved it, perched on Pallas, chalice it.
"Tell me sir, please, if you can. Am I good or man?
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 like Durst.
Call a nurse, my thirst 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 that is dreaming,
Lamplight over him still streaming, my screaming, hearme screaming!
My soul still floats there on floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, piece, US folklore.

[REPEAT

Who's house? house!