Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As lonely as a poet on the Walls of
Or the moon 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
a sonnet right through it
And in state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips, fingertips

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

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

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

wild, this child
Whole defiled
Faustina's and
Lady Libertine and her sisters her

spread of lies when lovers die
Which circle of is mine when I arrive

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

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

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

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

Then shooting in a gondola
I my foot 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 down

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

Everafter can they my laughter
The patron of heartache
Never craft a better bed of
The patron of heartache

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

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