Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As lonely as a poet on the Walls of
Or the without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a
Is nothing but a split jar

I it, improved it
Drove a right through it
And in this of bliss
kissed with wet lips, pen-filled fingertips

Which me, far through me
Illuminati usually
But with words of some worth
I threw a that extended God's list

Exciting new flames that my fame claim for me
Reciting the almanac of travesties

call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners to know
A fad
in all debauch in excess and in canto

Grown wild, this
Whole harems
Faustina's and
Lady and her sisters between her

What spread of when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I

They me bad
Mad Caliban manners dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all debauch crow the virgin snow

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

That mouldered, older
Beddings hold a passionate sigh
But Laudanum and soda, Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited

Fleeing grief for maps
I played vampire aristocrats
Unloading my gun in hot laps

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

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

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

Everafter can they hear my
The saint of heartache
craft a better bed of disaster
The saint of heartache

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

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