Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

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

But what's it when suddenly we're spent, tell me true
Ambition came and reared its and went far from you
mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
But you for the dead 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 four-thirty
But that light
It burns out the night
In spite of all the time that we on it
On one bedraggled of a sonnet
While outside the wild boars
bending a bough underfoot
Oh it breaks my
I don't know how do it
So ask me

And as for my writ
Well, I it and I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed disaster
He said "Hand that pen to me, poetaster!"
While the great plains keening lovely 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