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 it that a man without a soul
Is but a split canopic jar

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

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

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

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

Grown wild, this
harems defiled
Faustina's and
Lady Libertine and her between her

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

They me bad
Mad Caliban with 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

That mouldered, older
Beddings hold a passionate sigh
But Laudanum and soda, Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited

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 nothing like a of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you are

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

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

can they hear my laughter
The patron of heartache
Never a better bed of disaster
The patron saint of

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

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