Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As lonely as a on the Walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the
I am loathe to know it a man without a soul
Is nothing but a split jar

I it, improved it
Drove a right through it
And in state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips, fingertips

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

Exciting new that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of

call me bad
Mad Caliban manners dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all in excess and in canto

Grown wild, child
harems defiled
Faustina's and
Lady Libertine and her between her

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

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

colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder her
And bolder, not
My dark seed took up inside her

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

Fleeing grief for maps
I still played vampire
my gun in hot promiscuous laps

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

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

The saint of heartache
I see my world is falling
The world is falling

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

call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to
A fad
Taught in all 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