Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

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

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

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

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

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

Grown wild, child
Whole harems
and Mina's
Lady Libertine and her sisters her

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

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

colder, my shoulder
Like a beside her
And bolder, not
My seed took up root inside her

That mouldered, older
Beddings would hold a passionate
But Laudanum and soda, Numb 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 like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know who you fucking are

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

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

Everafter can hear my laughter
The saint of heartache
Never craft a better bed of
The saint 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 Caliban manners dangerous to know
A fad
Whereupon I them to go fuck their mothers
And so on my