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 a man without a soul
Is but a split canopic jar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder her
And bolder, not
My seed took up root inside her

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

Fleeing grief for maps
I still played aristocrats
Unloading my gun in hot laps

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

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

The patron saint of
I see my world 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 manners to know
A fad
in all debauch in excess and in canto

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