Luyện nghe bài hát Obscurity Knocks

Always at the
Of the
That's me
Snug as a
In a pose
A foul rogue

of this corner
And not much
Still these
I'm better
To get my just

pound out a tune
And soon
I'll have too to say
And a dead name

Though I ought to be
I like a veteran
Of 'Oh, I your poetry
But I hate poems'

Calendars
I'm deep in numbers
turned twenty one, I've twist
I'm bust and again

shoulders
With the sheets two
at my watch
And I'm half past

In the lap of
It to mind
Is headboard hard?
Am I a lap

But to doom
In a stenched room
All by
Is the of fate
I never
Lots of would cry
Though none spring to

Though I ought to be
I feel like a
Of 'Oh, I your poetry
But I hate poems'

Calendars
I'm knee in numbers
I've turned one, I've twist
I'm bust and again

what it's like
To at the sight
Of the first of life?
Ever stopped to
And out
was there?

They laugh to see fun
I'm blind man's bluff
All by
And chanting
A line from a rhyme
'Ba ba bleary
you any idea?"

Years of
I be a veteran
Of 'Oh, I like your
But I your poems'

And the cluttered
With days are numbered
I've turned twenty one, I've
I'm bust and wrong

Ought to be learning,
I'm bust and again
like a veteran, twist
I'm and wrong again

Calendar's
days that are numbered
And I know what like
To at the sight
Of the first of life