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 much
these days
I'm placed
To get my rewards

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

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

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

shoulders
With the till two
Looking at my
And I'm half past

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

But to face
In a stenched room
All by
Is the kind of
I contemplate
Lots of would cry
Though spring to mind

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

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

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

laugh to see such fun
I'm playing blind bluff
All by
And chanting
A line a nursery rhyme
'Ba ba eyes
you any idea?"

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

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

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

cluttered
With that are numbered
And I know it's like
To sigh at the
Of the first quarter of