Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

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

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

And all at it came to me
And I in hunch 'til four-thirty
But vestal light
It burns out with the
In of all the time that we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
While outside the wild boars
Without a bough underfoot
Oh it my heart
I don't how they do it
So ask me

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