Luyện nghe bài hát MrRaven

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

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

Kick it! Once a midnight dreary, while I kicked it weak and weary,
Dark and just like Lake Eerie, Brand New sample, someone clear me.
While I nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.
Up like, "What?", this clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings.
Staffing me, I put down Milton. Cell phone like Paris Hilton.
window, halfway built-in. Times a changing like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold feet cold eyes aimed at me.
Grim face, 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!), 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, on Pallas, chalice dropped 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,
raven, Niche 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.
Wish Id had some first, MC Lars, '88 hearse.
Now never be Slug or Murs, under that black raven's curse.
The ravens eyes still have the of a demon that is dreaming,
Lamplight him still streaming, hear my screaming, hearme screaming!
My soul still floats there on that floor and be lifted nevermore.
calm, like Michael Moore, canonized piece, US folklore.

[REPEAT

Who's house? house!