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 deserve her?" with unflagging
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 and went far from you
Even mollusks weddings, though 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 it came to me
And I wrote in hunch 'til
But that vestal
It burns out the night
In of all the time that we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
While outside the boars root
Without bending a bough
Oh it breaks my
I know how they do it
So ask me

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