Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As as a poet on the Walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a
Is nothing but a canopic jar

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

through me, far through me
Illuminati usually
But with words of hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God's

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

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

Grown wild, child
Whole defiled
Faustina's and
Libertine and her sisters between her

What spread of lies lovers die
circle 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

Grown colder, my
a boulder beside her
And bolder, not
My dark seed took up root her

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

Fleeing grief for maps
I played vampire aristocrats
my gun in hot promiscuous laps

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

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

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

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

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

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