Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the of self-indulgence
time I place my pen
Upon the page and the words
I felt but couldn't show 'til
And to myself I beg the
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 write for or me?
I believe there is some
In for one's self
But why place before the
What is best left on the
Though while I write I do not that
I pen is mine alone,
Even could be misguided
As are many I have
Who swore, poor souls, that they
The key to mysterious fate,
Succeeded in some,
But could tell they did but prate
On subjects touching something
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, speak in
Yet know not whom they're for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
Some divine, but still I know
That I shall never be
To hold my tongue when I would
Or my words to suit the hour
Or a blush upon my cheek
To my joy at love gone sour.
I do not wish to
The faith that others in me
To the way to brighter days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can my intent
But even who listen close
Can often what 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 question thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, long as I still go
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who knows her
And speaks it she may not please.
Fortunate the
hears such honest thoughts as these.