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 nothing but a canopic jar

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

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

Exciting new flames that my fame claim for me
back the almanac of travesties

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

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

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

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

Grown colder, my
Like a beside her
And bolder, not
My seed took up root inside her

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

grief for foreign maps
I played vampire aristocrats
Unloading my gun in hot laps

Then swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a 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 world is down

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

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
Whereupon I them to go fuck their mothers
And so on my