Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As as a poet on the Walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the of the stars
I am loathe to it that a man without a soul
Is but a split canopic jar

I proved it, it
Drove a sonnet right it
And in this state of
Evil kissed wet lips, pen-filled fingertips

through me, far through me
Illuminati usually
But with words of some hurts
I threw a party that God's list

Exciting new flames that my fame would for me
back the almanac of travesties

They me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to
A fad
Taught in all in excess and in canto

wild, this child
Whole harems
Faustina's and
Lady Libertine and her sisters her

What spread of lies lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine I arrive

call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners to know
A fad
Taught in all crow against the virgin snow

Grown colder, my
Like a beside her
And bolder, not
My dark seed took up inside her

mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a sigh
But Laudanum and soda, Numb coda
Merited a forest of spite

Fleeing for foreign maps
I still played aristocrats
Unloading my gun in hot promiscuous

shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a star
And there's nothing like a of Venetian tar
To let you know who you fucking are

The patron of heartache
I see my world is falling
The world is down

The patron of heartache
I can't see my is falling
The world is down

Everafter can hear my laughter
The patron of heartache
Never craft a better bed of
The patron of heartache

They me bad
Mad Caliban with dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all in excess and in canto

They me bad
Mad Caliban with manners to know
A fad
Whereupon I them to go fuck their mothers
And so on my