Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

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

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

And all at it came to me
And I in hunch 'til four-thirty
But that vestal
It burns out the night
In spite of all the that we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
outside the wild boars root
Without bending a underfoot
Oh it my heart
I don't 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 great keening lovely and awful
Ululate the lost American Novels
An lot left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
But at least they didn't run, to their undying