Luyện nghe bài hát The Byronic Man

As lonely as a on the Walls of Jericho
Or the moon 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 sonnet through it
And in this of bliss
kissed with wet lips, pen-filled fingertips

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

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

call me bad
Mad Caliban with dangerous to know
A fad
Taught in all in excess and in canto

Grown wild, this
Whole harems
Faustina's and
Lady and her sisters between her

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

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

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

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

Fleeing grief for foreign
I still vampire aristocrats
my gun in hot promiscuous laps

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

The patron saint of
I see my world is falling
The is falling down

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

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

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

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