Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

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

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

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

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

call me bad
Mad Caliban with dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all debauch in and in canto

Grown wild, child
Whole defiled
and Mina's
Lady and her sisters between her

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

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

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

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

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

shooting swans in a gondola
I my foot on a fallen star
And nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you are

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

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

Everafter can they hear my
The saint of heartache
Never a better bed of disaster
The patron saint of

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

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