Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
time I place my pen
Upon the and form the words
I felt but couldn't 'til then
And to I beg the question
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of what the of stating
Openly my cause be,
When I rant and and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe is some merit
In creating for self
But why before the public
What is best left on the
Though while I write I do not feel
I pen is mine alone,
Even this could be
As are many I have
Who swore, poor souls, that possessed
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most could tell did but prate
On subjects touching vague
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, speak in
Yet not whom they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
force divine, but still I know
That I shall be content
To hold my tongue when I would
Or change my words to suit the
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To feign my joy at gone sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith others place in me
To lead the way to days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can question my
But those who listen close
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is this: that I am wrong,
That my is askew,
That I write and call it song.
Perhaps I'll question thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who her mind
And it though she may not please.
Fortunate the
That hears such honest as these.