Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As lonely as a poet on the Walls of
Or the moon without the comfort of the
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 this of bliss
kissed with wet lips, pen-filled fingertips

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

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

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

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

What of lies when lovers die
circle 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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