Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of Me

Oh, is your inflammatory writ
Your text that inside a light be lit
Our music devotion unswerving
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
came and reared its head and went far from you
Even mollusks have weddings, though and leaden
But you dirge for the dead and take no jam on 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 vestal
It out with the night
In spite of all the time we spend on it
On one bedraggled of a sonnet
While outside the boars root
Without bending a bough
Oh it breaks my
I don't know how do it
So ask me

And as for my inflammatory
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 the great plains keening lovely and awful
Ululate the lost American Novels
An unlawful lot to stutter and freeze, floodlit
But at least they didn't run, to undying credit