Luyện nghe bài hát MrRaven

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

Who's that (who's that)
Who's that rapping at my 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 Lake Eerie, Brand New sample, someone 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. Times a changing Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as be, cold feet cold eyes aimed straight at me.
Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore, quothe raven "Nevermore."

[REPEAT

I Lenore, my Annabel 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, solve it."
He checked my hook, DJ revolved it, on Pallas, chalice dropped it.
"Tell me sir, please, if you can. Am I good or evil
can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore," quothe he at me, hating on fresh MC,
Satanic raven, Niche glee, me softly like the Fugees.
Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy just like Fred Durst.
Call a nurse, my thirst put this process in reverse.
Wish Id had warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse.
Now I'll be Slug or Murs, under that black raven's curse.
The ravens eyes have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
over him still streaming, hear my screaming, hearme screaming!
My soul still there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, Michael Moore, canonized piece, US folklore.

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