Luyện nghe bài hát Obscurity Knocks

Always at the
Of the
me there
Snug as a
In a mugshot
A mouthed rogue

of this corner
And not more
Still these
I'm better
To get my rewards

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

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

crumble
I'm knee deep in
I've turned twenty one, I've
I'm bust and again

shoulders
With the till two
Looking at my
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 people cry
Though none to mind

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

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

what it's like
To at the sight
Of the first of life?
Ever stopped to
And out
Nothing was

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

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

And the calendar's
days that are numbered
I've turned twenty one, twist
I'm and wrong again

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

cluttered
With days are numbered
And I what it's like
To sigh at the
Of the first of life