Luyện nghe bài hát Obscurity Knocks

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

of this corner
And not much
these days
I'm placed
To get my just

I'll out a tune
And soon
I'll too much to say
And a stupid name

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

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

Rubbing
With the sheets two
Looking at my
And I'm half past

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

But to face
In a stenched room
All by
Is the kind of
I contemplate
of people 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 twenty one, twist
I'm and wrong again

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

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

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

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

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

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