Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

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

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

And all at it came to me
And I wrote in 'til four-thirty
But vestal light
It out with the night
In spite of all the time we spend on it
On one bedraggled of a sonnet
While outside the wild boars
Without bending a underfoot
Oh it my heart
I know how they do it
So ask me

And as for my inflammatory
Well, I it and I was not inflamed one bit
from the master derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains keening lovely and
Ululate the Great American Novels
An unlawful lot left to and freeze, floodlit
But at least didn't run, to their undying credit