Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

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

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

And all at once it to me
And I wrote in 'til four-thirty
But that light
It burns out with the
In spite of all the time we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
outside the wild 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 keening lovely and awful
Ululate the lost Great American
An lot left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
But at least didn't run, to their undying credit