Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

Oh, is your inflammatory writ
Your text that would a light be lit
Our music deserving devotion
Cry "Do I her?" with unflagging fervor
Well, no we do not if we cannot get it
and dylan.

But what's it mean when we're spent, tell me true
Ambition came and reared its and went far from you
Even mollusks have weddings, solemn and leaden
But you dirge for the and take no jam on your bread
Just a of salt and a waltz through your empty bed

And all at once it to me
And I wrote in hunch 'til
But that vestal
It out with the night
In spite of all the time that we on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
While outside the boars root
Without bending a bough
Oh it breaks my
I don't know how do it
So ask me

And as for my writ
Well, I wrote it and I was not one bit
Advice from the master derailed that
He said "Hand pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains keening lovely and
Ululate the lost Great Novels
An unlawful lot to stutter and freeze, floodlit
But at least they didn't run, to their credit