Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As lonely as a poet on the Walls of
Or the without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to it that a man without a soul
Is but a split canopic jar

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

Which me, far through me
Illuminati pissed
But with of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended list

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

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

wild, this child
Whole harems
Faustina's and
Lady and her sisters between her

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

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

colder, my shoulder
Like a beside her
And bolder, not
My dark took up root 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 vampire aristocrats
my gun in hot promiscuous laps

Then shooting in a gondola
I my foot on a fallen 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 falling

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

can they hear my laughter
The patron saint of
craft a better bed of disaster
The saint of heartache

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

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