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 loathe to know it that a man a soul
Is nothing but a canopic jar

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

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

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

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

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

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

call me bad
Mad Caliban 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 root her

mouldered, where older
Beddings would a passionate sigh
But Laudanum and soda, Lord coda
Merited a of inherited spite

grief for foreign maps
I still played aristocrats
my gun in hot promiscuous laps

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

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

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

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

call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners to know
A fad
in all debauch in excess and in canto

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