Luyện nghe bài hát Obscurity Knocks

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

of this corner
And not more
these days
I'm placed
To get my rewards

I'll out a tune
And very
I'll have too to say
And a stupid name

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

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

Rubbing
the sheets till two
Looking at my
And I'm half caring

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

But to doom
In a sock stenched
All by
Is the kind of
I never
of people would cry
Though spring to mind

I ought to be learning
I feel a veteran
Of 'Oh, I like your
But I your poems'

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

Know it's like
To sigh at the
Of the first of life?
Ever to think
And out
Nothing was

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

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

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

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

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