Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every I place my pen
Upon the and form the words
I but couldn't show 'til then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone If I, afraid
Of what the of stating
my cause might be,
When I and rhyme and reason
Do I write for or me?
I there is some merit
In creating for one's
But why before the public
What is left on the shelf?
while I write I do not feel that
What I pen is alone,
this could be misguided
As are many I known
Who swore, poor souls, they possessed
The key to man's fate,
in convincing some,
But most could tell did but prate
On subjects touching vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In place of content, in tongues
Yet know not whom speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
force divine, but still I know
That I never be content
To hold my tongue when I would
Or my words to suit the hour
Or pinch a blush upon my
To feign my joy at gone sour.
I do not wish to
The faith that others in me
To the way to brighter days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I work for good, I for hope,
No one can my intent
But even who listen close
Can often what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is this: that I am wrong,
That my is askew,
That I shyte and call it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, long as I still go
And see this, my vision, leads.
is she who knows her mind
And speaks it she may not please.
the audience
That hears honest thoughts as these.