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 to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a split jar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grown colder, my
Like a boulder her
And bolder, not
My dark took up root inside her

That mouldered, where
Beddings would hold a passionate
But and soda, Lord Numb coda
Merited a of inherited spite

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

Then shooting swans in a
I tripped my on a fallen 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 world is
The world is falling

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

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

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

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