Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

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

But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, me true
came and reared its head and went far from you
Even mollusks have weddings, though and leaden
But you dirge for the dead and 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 in hunch '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 the wild boars root
Without bending a underfoot
Oh it breaks my
I know how they do it
So ask me

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