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 but a split canopic jar

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

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

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

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

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

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

call me bad
Mad with manners dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all debauch crow against the 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, Numb coda
a forest of inherited spite

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

shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a fallen
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 patron of heartache
I can't see my world is
The is falling down

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

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

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