Luyện nghe bài hát Obscurity Knocks

Always at the
Of the
me there
Snug as a
In a pose
A foul rogue

of this corner
And not more
these days
I'm better
To get my just

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

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

crumble
I'm knee in numbers
I've twenty one, I've twist
I'm and wrong again

Rubbing
With the till two
Looking at my
And I'm past caring

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

But to face
In a sock stenched
All by
Is the of fate
I contemplate
Lots of would cry
Though none spring to

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

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

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

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

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

And the cluttered
With days that are
I've twenty one, I've twist
I'm and wrong again

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

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