Luyện nghe bài hát Obscurity Knocks

Always at the
Of the
That's me
Snug as a
In a mugshot
A foul rogue

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

pound out a tune
And soon
have too much to say
And a dead name

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

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

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

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

But to face
In a sock stenched
All by
Is the of fate
I never
Lots of people cry
none spring to mind

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

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

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

They laugh to see fun
I'm blind man's bluff
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
With days that are
I've turned one, I've twist
I'm bust and again

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

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