Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

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

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

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

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

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

wild, this child
Whole defiled
and Mina's
Lady Libertine and her between her

What spread of lies when die
Which of hell is mine when I arrive

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

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

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

Fleeing for foreign maps
I still played vampire
Unloading my gun in hot laps

Then shooting in a gondola
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 saint of
I can't see my is falling
The world is falling

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

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

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

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