Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every I place my pen
Upon the and form the words
I but couldn't show 'til then
And to I beg the question
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone If I, afraid
Of what the of stating
Openly my cause be,
I rant and rhyme and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe there is some
In creating for one's
But why place before the
What is left on the shelf?
Though while I write I do not that
What I pen is alone,
Even this could be
As are many I known
Who swore, souls, that they possessed
The key to mysterious fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most could tell they did but
On subjects touching vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In of content, speak in tongues
Yet know not whom they're for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
Some force divine, but I know
That I shall never be
To hold my when I would speak
Or change my words to the hour
Or pinch a blush my cheek
To feign my joy at gone sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith that others in me
To the way to brighter days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I work for good, I for hope,
No one can my intent
But even those who close
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is mainly that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write shyte and it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
'Tis well, as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who knows her
And speaks it she may not please.
the audience
That such honest thoughts as these.