Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

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

But what's it mean suddenly we're spent, tell me true
Ambition came and reared its head and far from you
mollusks 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 through your empty bed

And all at it came to me
And I wrote in hunch four-thirty
But vestal light
It burns out the night
In spite of all the that we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
While outside the wild boars
Without bending a bough
Oh it my heart
I don't how they do it
So ask me

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