Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

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

But it mean 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 dirge for the dead and take no jam on bread
Just a supper of and a waltz through your empty bed

And all at once it to me
And I in hunch 'til four-thirty
But that vestal
It out with the night
In spite of all the time that we on it
On one bedraggled ghost of a
While the wild boars root
bending a bough underfoot
Oh it breaks my
I don't how they 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 "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the plains keening lovely and awful
the lost Great American Novels
An unlawful lot left to and freeze, floodlit
But at least they didn't run, to their credit