Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

Oh, where is your 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 cannot get 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, though solemn and
But you dirge for the dead and take no jam on your
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through 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 that 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 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 derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen to me, poetaster!"
While across the plains keening lovely and awful
the lost Great American Novels
An unlawful lot to stutter and freeze, floodlit
But at least didn't run, to their undying credit