Luyện nghe bài hát MrRaven

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

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

Kick it! Once upon a midnight dreary, while I kicked it and weary,
Dark and cold just like Lake Eerie, Brand New sample, clear me.
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly came a tapping.
Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping in my brain 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 miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, by angels from me.
Alone with books (hey that's me!), harbinger of visiting me.
I said, "Can I help you, evil prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll it."
He checked my hook, DJ it, perched on Pallas, chalice dropped it.
"Tell me sir, please, if you can. Am I good or evil
What can I say, can I do, when will I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore," quothe he at me, hating on this MC,
Satanic raven, glee, killing me softly like the Fugees.
Now I worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Fred 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, under black raven's curse.
The ravens still have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
Lamplight over him streaming, hear my screaming, hearme screaming!
My soul floats there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, piece, US folklore.

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Who's house? house!